I was in a park.
After a while I sat.
Up walked a squirrel
Who wanted to sit and chat.
He was walking too,
On such a beautiful day,
While all the other squirrels
Were chasing each other in play.
He first said to me
"When days are like this,
You know, I can't help to think,
What all the other squirrels miss.
"Nature has brought
Her daughter, Beauty, out today,
But often, so so so often do I wonder,
Do the other squirrels see it while they play?
"It's fun to run about."
Of this he seemed so sure.
"If I never did it, it would be
Just to feign myself a squirrel more mature.
"I'd deny my own nature."
And I'm sure this was a fact.
"I've limbs and tail that prove
I am capable of playing with the pack.
"But there's a time for each."
He said with two profound head jerks.
"On some of these days, one's mind requires
Taking in beauty and contemplating life's quirks."
Content in his opening
This conversation with me,
Munching on the nut he brought,
He sat and waited for a reply from me.
Onward he profoundly gazed.
I sat there beside him stunned,
And all I could help but wonder was
"How does a squirrel know how to speak English?"
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