Brief Encounter Poem by Angela Wybrow

Through the rain, I rushed at great pace,
With a glum expression upon my face;
When across my path, there swiftly ran
A cute grey squirrel - I'm such a big fan!

I stood underneath my big red umbrella,
Gazing up at this delightful wee fella,
Who was peering anxiously back down at me,
Having expertly sprinted straight up a tree.

The glum expression disappeared from my face,
And, with a cheerful smile, it was soon replaced.
This brief encounter really brightened my day,
And, feeling much happier, I was soon on my way.