William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No - Poem by William Butler Yeats

Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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