Timid creature sits on high
Where branches reach to touch the sky
Quick and furtive tree to tree
The search for food he looks to see
A bushy tail bright shining eyes
Even if he fails he always tries
Hoarding food for a winter long
Then with a flash he is gone
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Author:
Michael William Reid (
Online) - Published: July 26th, 2024 12:05
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