Squirrel
Squirrel outside looking in at me
The whole world is at its feet
From my gilded cage called home
I return his stare and our eyes meet
An involuntary smile plays across my lips
Suddenly he's off without missing a beat
The spellbound moment shatters
Bittersweet...
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
