The Squirrel Olympics by Kiera Haberberger Yesterday I saw a squirrel jump from the side walk on to the top of a stop sign, And although that - to me - would have been too far from the ground The squirrel didn’t stop
It sat there for what I imagined to be a third of a second before it then jumped to the stop light,
I found it ironic that the squirrel jumped to the stop light just as it turned red Kind of like how I ignore any warning signs that show up in my life But unlike the squirrel I don’t know how to jump From conclusion to conclusion Instead I overthink
I started to think about what squirrels would be like If they competed in the Olympics
Cause they don’t seem to have any hesitation or fear They can jump without thinking twice
Without even a purpose And I can’t even stand up without worrying that I might lose balance Or that I will get dizzy
Or that my knees will give out Because lately my knees hurt, I remember at my first Winterfest I didn’t eat
I started crying while others were dancing because I couldn’t dance
I meant it like I did a month ago when I didn’t want to get out of bed When I found out that getting out of bed too quickly would make me
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