crimson squirrel

Ears-twitching, the squirrel darts away.

The squirrel fluffy tail waves in the wind.

The squirrel small-scale legs rapidly carry

it far away.

It’s claws scrapes the bark that has fallen

on the ground.

It frantically searches for a place to

burry it’s nuts.

frozen in fear, a bush rustles as it digs.

The bitter wind ripples over it’s crimson

fur, hoping to survive the night.

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