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For Your Choice X Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand

A Squirrel Plans Ahead

Winter comes.
Cold wind numbs
and cuts.  

I am furry,
in a hurry.
See me scurry.
How I worry.
So, I bury
a nut.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Allison Avatar
June 10, 2025 at 11:39 AM
cute poem David - we don't have any squirrels on our little Island. i used to love to see them when we lived in the UK:-) hugs Jan xx
Crandall Avatar
June 10, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Hi Jan - thanks. Which island was that again. What kind of critters do you have?
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