Somewhere at the foot
of the Hazel, was a
stock of tree droppings.

Winter winds piled up
the Autumn leaves a
metre high at the bark.

Furze-head, a resident
squirrel, blind as a bat
managed to find his nuts.

But sadly, his treasure
trove was encased in a
Guantanamo type cage,

From where he would be
transported for reincarnation,
despite, being a Herbivore!