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Tale of a Squirrel and Me
A squirrel jumped onto my windowsill
It was not afraid of me
I winked at it, proffered a cup
Mouthed, ‘Would you like some tea?’
It hopped on in and dipped its head
right into the scalding hot tea
And that was the first and last time
that varmint took an invite from me
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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