DRUNKEN SQUIRREL
A Squirrel,
Through the trash can searching for food
Hungry and thirsty mouth drooling
A sudden find of a bottle of booze
Thrown in the garbage, the squirrel thought it was water and got a sip
Drunken tip
Feeling no pain
I am sure the Squirrel had no idea if it was day or night
Going through fright
A scene for sure
Sparkle I couldn’t ignore
Leave it to a Squirrel
He is not on mind spiral
Drunken Squirrel
How will be sober?
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