All Alone Now
Three baby squirrels in
the street, cleaving
to their dead mother,
so confused to why she
is not moving, as cars
slow down and go around
These presious little ones,
but no one stops to help
them, but keep going on,
running in circles around
dear mother, not knowing
they are all alone now.
Written 6-21-11
A friend of mine told me about thes baby squirrels he saw in the street, so thought I would
write a poem about it. I didn't see but it made me reall sad.
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