Isnt That Sweet
the squirrel had stopped in the middle of the tree trunk
I thought at first, he was counting his nuts and junk
But it was a daisy he held in his hand that day
“She loves me, she loves me not,” I heard him say.
Isn’t that sweet? I said to my man who rolled his eyes.
A squirrel who speaks English, this was a marvelous surprise.
I ran out there to make some conversation with him that day.
He showed me his fluffy tail moves and ran promptly away.
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