Upside down the squirrel hangs
Feeder, hypnotizing as it swings
Dog's bark
It jerks with a start
At the ready, it stands
Tranquility, it demands
No danger found
As it hangs back down
Full it hops away
Satiated for another day
From the tree, a curious glance
It's ever ready stance
To it's nest, a return
For no more food does it yearn
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