I opened my sit out in the evening
saw a squirrel playing
with two sparrows.
Not a common sight.
They went up the stairs
one by one
descended the same way.
It was like a parade.
The squirrel led the trio
Beautiful it was
to look at them
perform so neatly.
I kept the door ajar
watched them
with admiration.
They marched into the garden
queued near the tap
the squirrel turned the tap
halfway, water started to flow
they played in the water
later quenched their thirst.
The squirrel tried to close the tap,
left it half done. The water flow
diminished. He could do no more.
It was fun to watch them.
Greater still, it was a teach
on organising.
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