Hidden in the trees I sit,
Hiding from predators,
Trying not to get bit,
You might sneak a peek,
Of me or my friends,
Gathering food then scurrying up the trees again,
During the fall this happens most,
But during the winter,
You might think us ghosts, because we will be sleeping away,
In our wooden hosts.
Do you know what I am?
Do you have a clue?
I love to eat and hibernate,
And I'm awful cute!
Hey Watties! Thanks for reading this chapter! Please comment below what you think I am!
