Squirrel

In this tree

I can see through the eyes

of a squirrel:

Is it safe?

Is there food?

I am hithlo

         saloli

         zicha

         tseek’i nástánii

         squirrel

I seek food

running through the claws

of a cat;

I seek shelter

hidden in the arms of a branch;

I sing the song of my people

in harmony with my spirit.

I am ankwacas

         onkwetakon

         no’ee’e

The small one who chatters,

scampers and stands still

Watching you.