Whose Squirrel-
Whose squirrel is that? I think I know.
He's just one of the creatures of God.
Its owner is quite happy, though.
Full of promise joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry, hello.
He gives his squirrel a shake,
And so laughs until His belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
I see the distant waves and birds awake.
The squirrel is springy, delightful and profound,
But he has promises to keep,
With thoughts of corn and nuts in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
6/27/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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