Every now and then
The squirrel peeps in
Through my window
Perhaps he loves my company.
Being secured in my AC Room
I have closed the windows,
Broke her nest which she had built
To rear her babies.
Now in the battle I am the winner
Being stronger;
But a lone survivor
In my four walls of selfishness
With no chittering,
No inquisitive eyes,
No life!
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