This is a poem I wrote several years ago for my high school Creative Writing class.
Ode to a Squirrel
Ah, to be a squirrel.
To frolic in the open breeze,
the grass parting softly as you scamper
high up in the old oak trees
throwing nuts at passersby.
Ah, to be a squirrel,
sleeping winters away,
stealing bird seed in the summer.
Oh, you intelligent ones,
how do you do it?
Daredevils of the highway.
Ah, to be roadkill.
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