Attack of the Zombie Squirrels

Walking through the forest, up ahead I hear a sound-

Acorns fall before me, dropping gently to the ground.

Seeing squirrels run wildly, "Oh, how cute," runs through my mind ...

Suddenly I'm ambushed; oh my God, I'm going blind!

Seven of the rodents crawl around my back and bite.

One went for my eyes, and now I'm running without sight.

Last thing in my vision- zombie squirrels with rabid maws.

Now they've over taken me; I'm wrapped up in their jaws!

Lying, dying, bleeding, they relentlessly ensue ...

Pain enraptures fur and rotted flesh and I am through.

Worry sinks within me as my kids are just behind.

Life relieves its duties and I lose my state of mind.

Death has come to hold me as its bitterness unfurls.

Never saw it coming: fed upon by zombie squirrels!