skwerlvert b. kee
When first I saw you, in my tree,
Nibbling new buds, it angered me.
When our eyes locked, you didn't flee
And fearless you came, just to see.
My outstretched hand, in friendship gave;
A delicious nut, for which you crave.
Little squirrel; tell me true and brave,
Will you send me to my grave?
ed. note: animation © b. kee