Writing A peom about squirrels

[Anne]

I found this the other day while i was cleaning my house. I was like wow i still have this its been 6 years since i wrote it. But i read and it made me chuckle some.

Squirrels (yes its a peom about squirrels)

Pattering on the course chips of wood.
Scurring on high branches, as high as a building.
The smell of wind brushes your fur.
Squirrel with each petter of a foot.
Squirrel with those soft, light tail and small beady eyes.
squirrel aqueaks the song that is yours and yours alone,
By day yonder Squirrel thee security is up in the trees.
Gather your acorns and nuts for the longer winter nights.
Power lines connect you to the safety of the other side.
With the smell of spring thus day falls a new.
Birds chirp their happy songs while you listen.
Squirrel fly like the wind to each branch.
I see the squirrel in the dance he can do.
The dance of the Squirrel is one i never could do, so dance on happy little Squirrel.
A cluster of acrons you carry in your cheeks, across your tighrope you will be safe.
Down below your tightrope you see the black.
your Squirrellt parents tell you not to cross directly on the black.
O' Squirrel listen to the word of the wise, listen well.
This hot black substance has fast moving things.
Each one wanting to take your life.
O' Squirrel your curiosity must not get the best of you.
the Squirrel looks and than turns and deciding not to go on the black.
O' Squirrel with your soft, light tail, small beady eyes, and puppy cheeks you shall live to see the dawn of a new day.
The night bgans to fall and you curl up with your tail, in your hole in the tree.
Sleep tight little Squirrel let your dreams take wind.
I see that this little Squirrel was able to live another day.
Day rises and with it the happy chirps of the other squirrels.
You travel down the safety of your tree and you see the black staring at you.
O' Squirrel your little brain is working.
O' little Squirrel moving towards the black.
Slowly stepping, the hot black is now on foot.
Quicly you dash to the other side.
This time you do not have the safety of your tightrope to cross.
O' little Squirrel look out for the things are coming.
Quickly run, Squirrel run.
Standing in a panic, his heart beating fast, not knowing what direction to go.
Should i go left or right, right or left? Races throught he Squirrel's mind.
quickly Squirrel make up your mind before the things come.
The Squirrel runs to the safety of the green.
But alas he was far to slow.
I heard the scream of his last dieing breath.
His mangled body lies here now.
No more fling to branch to branch, dance your little dance, or scurrying up the tre where your home is.
No poor Squirrel your life has abruptly ended.
Your blood slowly running sown the black with your vitals smeared to oblivion.
O' poor squirrel no more being chipper and carefree.
Squirrel you should not have let your curiosity get the best of you.
I see you squirrel and mourn your death.
you should have been here it was truely sad.
O' Squirrel, poor little Squirrel, I am sorry you can not live to see another day.
O' Squirrel have fun in Squirrelyl Heaven.

Ok before you think i am so creul person for killing a squirrel, i really don't like it. I have a bumper sticker that says "I brake for Squirrels." Also this peom was writtenin the style of Robet frost. It was a school project in which we did something in nature. I decided to do a squirrel and the next couple of days i acted like one. It wa funny. Tell me what you think of it. Most people wanted me to leave the part were the Squirrel dies off. But tell me what you all think.

~MEW~
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[mace_lightning]

That was so cute! :) heh heh, as for the squirrel dying part keep it! it's u're poem u can do what u like w/ it! as for me, it's a very cute poem. keep up the good work. hey i'm a poet too! so check out mine and tell me what u think! :)