Little Man

My Uncle Cladie rescued endangered squirrels Nurtured his pets with exceptional love When we visited the “Little Man” He was happy to play Chase with us for peanut rewards and quick cuddles And never bit like some squirrels will do. “Little Man” often raced across our shoulders, too He would crawl under an arm for nuzzles Very agile keeping away Playing catch-if-you-can We were always cautious to wear a leather glove For sometimes the tamest squirrel quarrels. Unwisely, “Little Man” ate some poison florals Squirrels cannot eat the deadly foxglove Not even a tame squirrel can “Little Man” died that day We mourned his passing, even his little puddles And for weeks afterward we all felt blue.