L Milton Hankins Poet Rhyme

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.

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