Those critters are squirrelly,
living in an exposed den
& slinking around
the wooded neighborhood
as if they're unseen by me.
Little do they know,
despite their cleverness,
the blending in of their furs,
I track all their movements.
If they knew,
I'd been privy,
watched everything they do,
then perhaps,
perhaps
they'd come out
of their own denial.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
Those critters are squirrelly,
living in an exposed den
& slinking around
the wooded neighborhood
as if they're unseen by me.
Little do they know,
despite their cleverness,
the blending in of their furs,
I track all their movements.
If they knew,
I'd been privy,
watched everything they do,
then perhaps,
perhaps
they'd come out
of their own denial.
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