two groups of squirrels came down
from their high perch looking busy
early in the morning what could it be
i'm looking for young ones; none
they have send signals to my mind
i open my bag and take out crackers
three came forward fearless standing
on their two legs as if puppies craving
to be pet; holding their food when eating
like children just learning to walk-eating
could have talked to their friends about me
because for every tree they are waiting
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