A squirrel, this animal is little as it can be.

It eat acorns living in the land of the free.

His dark gray tail moving through rustled leaves,

but squirrels arent human they dont now how humans grieve 

His fat cheecks shoving food in its mouth its taught to

survive. But at the end of the day everyone has to die

Seeing this squirrel I looked into his eyes.

I felt connected with him but that isnt a suprise.

You remindeed me of the squirrel so I decided to play with it.

You must think Im crazy I told it to sit.

I smilled an gave it an acorn it climbed the tree.

Now its forever gone I wake from my sleep.