The Naive Squirrel

One day, I sat under a tree
When a squirrel sat down beside me.
In my mind the squirrel was out of her mind
She thought I was that of a kind.
That day, she didn't thought of not being free.
Unable to dash, it became my prey.
Tried reaching it, dash she went before me.

Victor Ekwueme
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