As I was walking,

Near some trees,

I felt a wonderful,

Autumn breeze.

I saw the colors,

of the leaves,

then I felt,

a sudden sneeze.

I heard something,

hit the ground,

when I heard it,

I turned around.

A small squirrel,

fell from the sky,

and then realized,

he couldn’t fly.

At first I though,

he might be dead,

but then he rose,

and quickly fled.

He made my day,

at least for then,

for on my face,

was a small grin.