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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