Squirrel

Squirrel

In the tree of grandest oak
Lives the nimble creature
His lithe feet run across
Velocity is his feature.
I watch him as he skips
And pulls the acorn off the stem,
Nibbles it with lavish speed
Eyes shining like a gem.
I watch the acorn being shelled
And he noshes in joy the nut
To steal from neighboursโ€™ garden,
Only squirrels have the gut!
First in line, the shapely head
Then the triply brushed stripe
Upon the downy back of him
Last, the tail of bushy type.
Oh twinkle-eyed squirrel of mine
So sharp are your mind and eyes
Your sweet adorability to me
Never and ever dies.

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11 thoughts on “Squirrel

  1. Wow! This is a lovely poem which exactly explains what I think squirrels! But I can barely put it into words, while you have put in a form of a most beautiful poem. Thank you for sparkling imagination into nature. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜† ๐Ÿ˜ฎ ๐Ÿ˜ฏ ๐Ÿ˜Ž ๐Ÿ˜ก ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜ณ ๐Ÿ˜ฅ ๐Ÿ‘ฟ ๐Ÿ˜ˆ ๐Ÿ™„ โ— โ“ ๐Ÿ’ก โžก :mrgreen:
      Thanks sister.<3

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