She comes around through habit;
Making rounds; each one in turn.
Traveling an old familiar circuit,
She has learned
Each yard and door she can depend on
For a handout every day.
She gathers nuts and acorns
As she goes along the way.
Some are nibbled.
Some are buried
With a tender care
In a secret hiding place
She doesn't want to share.
She leaps and hops and shakes her fluffy tail
As it unfurls.
Could there be a more amusing creature
Than a squirrel?
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