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Aug 2022
He pretended he wasn't there,
When he looked intently at me,
Staying immobile statue-like,
Feinting to be part of the tree;

For several seconds he froze,
No single movement did he make,
The squirrel could have been sculptured,
from wood or clay just like a fake;

Slowly I threw him a walnut,
And suddenly he came alive,
Grabbing the nut and scrambling off,
I had no time to count to five.
In our condominium surroundings we have a lot of squirrels. They are still very timid and freeze up pretending they don't exist when they feel they are in danger. I am still trying to entice them to accept food (nuts) from the hand
Shaun Yee
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Shaun Yee  Italy/Malaysia
(Italy/Malaysia)   
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