The squirrel comes up to my window
goes to the ventilator above
a thoroughfare in ups and downs
made me to eye her with a frown.
This being done for not once a day
being seen all through for a few days.
Curious to find out what is going on?
climbed up the window with a pull on.
Mounted there cosily on the ventilator
the squirrel had built a nest like an incubator
where its little ones lay cuddled together
tiptoed back down without a whisper.
The squirrel followed me in such speed
she had gone out to hunt for feed
rushed to the spot with a fear
envisaging a potential danger.
Stood away from the nest nervous
keenly looked at my move not pernicious
pleased to find me not harmful
chirped happily, a gesture in a way wonderful.
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