The squirrel,on the big branch
looked so soulfully at me.
His beautiful, dancing eyes so charming
as he if he were trying to say
A deep secret, too eloquent to be
put in a poem.
He turned gracefully, suddenly.
I took it home, very stealthfully.
*Original version had error in last line. Thanks,
Gershon for alerting me. Apologies to all!*
12:50 pm PS