The Squirrel
She's just a little thing
plump snd fat waiting on the arrival of spring
but for the moment filled with layered ice and snow
she scurries to my back door where she knows
if she's patient and willing to wait
this patron will see her pleading face
and put out bread and nuts and seed
to fill her stomach, satisfying her pleads.
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