Squirrel By The Lake Poem by Bhartesh Kaushik

It was quarter past five,
that time of day,
when I went in woods to play.
With the brisk breeze, flew my cape
I ran down the grass,
Found daffodils for grandma's vase on the way.

I found a tree standing by the lake,
On which a squirrel was sitting,
holding my beautiful cape.

You are standing in my castle,
Hey gentleman,
if you are here for this cape,
Then I will not listen to any fable.

I can't hear you,
you are standing at the peak.
Hard to believe but,
this squirrel could speak.

Return to your place
as this cape is now mine,
It came to me at half-past five.
You are too ugly to wear this cape,
Said the squirrel, standing by the lake.

I needed my cape, I needed a recipe,
I was pensive
to befool this sweet little enemy.

Listen, little squirrel,
you are smartest of the smart.
You can't wear that cape,
with it, I cleaned my cart.
You are the princess of this tree,
Standing by the lake.
I'm your servant,
I'll clean your cape.

The next moment, I saw her two teeth smile
she came down the tree,
handed me the cape
saying it's fragile.

My lady, please take your throne
and wear your crown,
You are the mightiest squirrel,
you can't stay down.

Listening to this,
she started climbing the tree
I had my beautiful cape,
and those flowers for free.

I ran from there,
her eyes blurred.
For the next few seconds,
I was the quickest child in the world.

Came back home,
running through woods.
Took a deep breath, there I stood.
After this hardship,
I had my cape.
Bluffed that little squirrel,
standing by the lake.