About Me
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The Squirrel
20:08 | 
Posted by
Goodevening |
The Squirrel
A brown ball of fur born innocently in this world
Grows a little more every day
Soon he's old enough to be on his own
He climbs out of his hole and......
Goes straight up the acorn tree
He wants to accomplish his life's goal
To win a single acorn from the tree
Higher and higher he goes
Without a single fear
Finally he reaches the acorn
Takes one paw off cautiously
Then takes the other
He reaches as far as he can
A gust of wind blows
He starts to wobble
Loses his balance
He reached it he gripped the acorn
Between two paws
He hears a snap the acorn starts to fall
The acorn and squirrel fall together
Both hit the ground with a thud
The acorn lives and makes a tree
For the memory of the squirrel
Who lost his life to save me.
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