A squirrel inspired the first poem of an author I met last night.

She’d been shipped off to a convent’s boarding school in Constantia. Didn’t like it at all. Her first meal was a sugar bean stew, which she promptly regurgitated onto the floor of the dining room.

Her first weekend there, she went for a walk in the woods. She saw a squirrel and noticed that it was so small, yet so fast. That inspired her poem.