The Bookish Squirrel
Drizzle-dripped, the Bookish Squirrel wonders.
Its tail is soft like satisfying pillows.
The coloured hand stretched like a stretchy toy.
Jumping on squirrel’s nuts,
the bookish squirrel runs,
Shaking its writhing, wet tail.
Cold hands in warm nights,
And nuts that come out of trees.
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