Aw Nuts — Annette Rochelle Aben

There goes that squirrel

Straight up the tree to a nest

Poked around inside

Must not have found anything

Sad, no neighbors to play with

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

Aw Nuts — Annette Rochelle Aben
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