the squirrel is frozen in flight
and frozen solid
a third of the way across the street
was he almost there?
or not even half way

his everflattening corspe is enigmatic

the road climbs where he sought his last nut
just a short dash across
and into the woods

hes a comet this afternoon
an ice tail has formed which reflects the sun
a brilliant glowing squirrel sicle

in life he was a pest who skittered in the crawlspace
a squirrel terrorist
who may or may not be chewing electric wires
risking barnfire
now he's art
his menace transformed into a glittering testament
rodent messiah
doomed to die epically
the headlines read
"Miraculous weeping Mary seen in ice formed by squirrel corpse, road closed until thaw"