Scurrying so quick and light
Dancing through the branches
Leaping, jumping, ducking, hiding
Their movements so entrancing
Stealing glances all around
For the predators that stalk
They chatter wildly with abandon
Disappearing with a pop
Busy, hurried, pressurized
Their work is never done
Seek and stockpile, build the rations
Why not work as one?
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Writer of romantic suspense and HEAs. Wordsmith and adventurer, lover of music and nature, driven to tell stories both true and crafted. Visit me at daisyknox.com
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