The sun was rising,
As I wake,
Deciding on which path to take,
The chill was present in the air,
Birds were singing without a care,
To gaze upon the naked branches,
Some leaves gently spiralling down,
Forming a carpet upon the ground,
This for the squirrels,
Was a new playground....
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| Squirrel at Stover Park |
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