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Baby Squirrel

In the rough crook of the old walnut tree lies a baby squirrel

looking over the vast green world he has come into

just outside the hidey hole where he was born.

From my bedroom window I have a perfect view

of him enjoying his perfect view of leaf and branch

studying for future purposes the possible ways

down and up across and back from where he lives

routes he will one day take when he’s a wee bit bigger

landing him most likely somewhere in the vicinity of

my red dog in a game of chase that he will always

always win.

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