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.
The Naive Squirrel
Victor Ekwueme
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/28/2020
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Poem topics: tree, mind, squirrel, thought, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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