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
- Author: Michael William Reid ( Offline)
- Published: July 26th, 2024 12:05
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Comments2
Well described I have been amongst many of these wily creatures. Territorial I have watched them chase one another and have even taken one fallen from the nest to return to nature.
My child used to tame them and play with them in the house.
Squirrels can struggle on the ground. My friend saw her cat eating a squirrels guts once upon a time. Oh well, a hunter's instincts.....
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