PUFFER PUFFS

In my childhood, I used to be vividly engrossed in watching piddling squirrels leaping about the fences at the crack of dawn . These puffy, pouty-faced beasts with zebra backs and shaggy tails dart avidly in the sun nibbling each nut with delectable expertise. Many a time, I would completely lose track of time while watching these free-spirited creatures doing their bemusing search. So here is an ode proclaiming my love to the cuddlesome furball that dwelled on an oak tree in our yard.

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      Squeak ! Squeak !

     Wee fleecy critter scampering away

          On impish paws tottering around              

   Leaving feeble prints on the oozing ground 

     Foraging in the copse to garner acorn  

  Gorging its cheek pouches in sprightly hum

      With almond, berry, pecan and plum.

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     Chirp ! Chirp !

        Wee skittery furball skulking away

      Evanescing into the bushy wilderness

    Sheathing its velvety pelt with a leaflet of oak

       Peeking around with eyes of gloss

       And striated tail on bristling heed

     Shielding itself from the raptorial breed.

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      Cluck ! Cluck !

       Wee fuzzy scrambler climbing up-high 

   Frisking about the branches at a frolicsome pace

        Heading home to the gnawed off drey

         To its puny, pinkish, pudgy pups     

     Nursing them with freshly plucked grapes

       And the tender love of motherly grace.