Doing crossword
in the dining area, with
the door fully open.
the bright sunlight
gushes in, the breeze
flows through,
Engrossed in solving the puzzle
I did not notice a tiny
one nearby.
Once I hear a gritting sound,
I look across to find from
where it comes.
Lo! it is right in front of me.
a piece of fur from
my new red door mat
is in its mouth, looks gagged almost
that saves my mat.
else the major will be bitten.
I shoo the squirrel off
it did not hurry as I expect
but trots with ease,
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