Answer:
Exploring my backyard,
something that I rarely ever do.
I noticed a branch from the tall tree
dancing to the music of the wind.
<em>Swish! Swash! </em>I listened to the tree.
I stepped closer to examine.
My eyes bolted to meet the twinkling
eyes of what happened to be a squirrel.
So alarmed yet so tranquil, an unintentional
staring contest had arisen,
I hadn't noticed how close I had gotten to
the squirrel,
I reached my hand out, as she still did not
move. The wind let out a peaceful howl.
I blinked, and gone was she.
Explanation:
Here is a poem I wrote for you about my encounter with a squirrel a week ago lol. 100% mine. You're welcome.
