The squirrel races
Across the road
Fearing for his life
There are so many trees
Good hiding places
Leaves sailing
Rusty colored
Cover the ground
Cars coming from every direction
So fast
Some of them
Almost run him down
But the squirrel
He don't complain
Accepting the weather
And the crazy
Speeding cars
He just wants
His nuts back!
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