Dancing With a Squirrel
I drank the magic potion to make me small,
So I could go about the grass and prance,
A grey and white tuxedo so I can look tall,
As I ask the cutest of squirrels to dance.
In my arms, amongst the acorns,
We floated like freed bubbles,
On the outskirts of the farm,
Where the shade brought us no trouble.
"I met you in my dreams",
I told my rodent friend,
Twirling tail brushing against my seams,
Please don’t let this dance never ever end.
Sometimes being small,
Is the greatest time of all!
Friday, October 22, 2021
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