my squirrel Fluff Fluff
Some kids have dogs or cats.
I have a squirrel, Fluff-fluff.
Yesterday he took me to Old Man Flatt’s.
What am I looking at? I asked, as I gazed at stuff.
There were soybeans of course.
Far off was Farmer Flatt’s oldest horse.
Something was curving itself in the grass.
It is only a garter snake I said, as it passed.
My squirrel would not look at me after that.
He likes to pretend he is big, confident and phat.
It will not hurt you I said to Fluff-fluff.
He was embarrassed, because he likes to pretend he is tough.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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