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To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No

Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.

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Simple but perfect a poem to remember when meeting all wild life.
An amusing poem on the squirrel not to fear.....nice