I Was That Squirrel
Creatures, the most sceptic-eyed
With quick to fright weakness
Against a little girl's trust
Do rub them. More robust!
I was that squirrel! She, you!
From out whose hiding place
No sooner your hands implored
In whose excited step
Came. That park bench, once jumped up
Stared, sat with; face to face!
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