The Little Squirrel

 

“Don’t go, little squirrel!” I said to him,

But he looked at me all filled with fright

And took off to the nearest tree

And pulled himself up out of sight.

 

“Stay here, little squirrel!” I begged him then,

But he pulled his tail up further, too,

So I saw nothing through the leaves

But tree-bark dampened with the dew.

 

“Come back, little squirrel!” my last attempt

To bring the squirrel down from the tree;

But though I’m waiting for him still,

He’s never yet been seen by me.

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[Legion]

My dog would love this poem. She is constantly trying to catch those nut-munching rodents. :) Nice little piece you got here.