Hibernating Squirrels

Whisper, please whisper 

You must not wake them 


Those little creatures living in the trees 

Those little fur balls who enjoy hoarding seeds 


They are asleep now 

Whisper for them 


When the cold comes ‘round they fall fast asleep 

They are cute little fur balls 


Is it dead? 

I don’t know 


They can’t hear you 

They won’t wake until the heat penetrates their beds 


It doesn’t matter if you whisper 

They can’t hear you 


Be nice and whisper anyway  

They are still asleep 


Be courteous to those little fur balls 

Whisper, would you please whisper?


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