The Original Reality TV
The time is 7:30 as I sit atop the balcony rail
Watching the sun sink beneath the trees.
I have just started cleaning my bushy tail
When I hear the jingle of the keys.
I turn and direct my attention through the sliding, glass door
As the two girls enter the room before me.
It’s time to start my favorite show, or
As I like to call, it my own personal reality TV.
These girls are the shining stars
And their living room is center stage.
I listen while they discuss what happened at the bars
And chat about a movie with Nicholas Cage.
They talk about playing Scrabble
And The Biggest Loser winner.
I listen to their babble
As I eat my acorn dinner.
I watch as they carry on cooking
And listen as they continue to chat.
Abbie thinks some boy is good-looking
And Ellen really wants a cat.
I giggle as the conversation takes a turn
To the nail polish stain on the floor.
They’re just discussing the carpet’s burn
When they look to the door.
I see the girls seeing me and
To her roommate Ellen calls,
“Abbie, come and
Look! It our squirrel-friend Paul!”
I turn to run and leave
But stop and give my tail a curl.
I simply can’t believe
They don’t notice I’m a girl.