A poem about someone watching and enjoying a squirrel.
Silly creature running on a wire
quivering at the sight of us.
unaware of cars passing
insects buzzing
ready to store away acorns or
run quickly in the trees.
enjoying the sight of him, I
laugh loudly than hush.
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