The Squirrel

With those bright eyes,

And large bushy tail.

He leaps tree to tree,

Without any fail.

Then scurries cross carpet,

Of leaves on the floor!

Searching for the larder,

He’d prepared months before.

Sitting bolt upright,

On only two feet.

He breaks into nut,

And savours the treat.

Whilst all of the time,

His ears scan the air!

For the sound of anything,

That’s moving out there.

Hastily feeding on,

Nuts and Pine Cone!

Constantly fearful of,

Attack whilst alone,

Startled, he runs,

And climbs nearest tree!

Till safe, in the cover,

Of the large Canopy.