Squirrel

Squirrel

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On a sunny day

In the Month of may

In the ground I lay

Seeing squirrels, how they play


With questions I roam

How question marks their tail forms

Round a tree they run

Seeing them is fun


How scared from humans are they

Creating chaos, runs their way

Onto the trees they rush

To hiss from humans hush. 


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