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Squirrels

By Mary E. Adair

I love to watch the squirrels play
They seem to keep busy both night and day


Up the trees then quickly down
Quicker than you could laugh or frown


They never seem to stop and eat
But leap and bounce across the street


They scamper across the wires above
Their bravery you just have to love


Over the rooftop and then the yard
Running for them is never hard


They dash all alone up so high
They're silhouetted against the sky


It's impossible for me to tell the boys from the girls
But they know because they keep making new squirrels


They display a lack of modesty
For them it's not a necessity


They meet up in the branches bare
As though it were a personal dare


And precarious though it may be
They copulate in the tallest of tree


So in the future near as I can see
There won't be a squirrel scarcity

©November 1, 2021 Mary E. Adair


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