I
watched in deep earnest
as
the squirrel peered at me,
through
a crack in the nest
It
had slipped in to see
a
face revealed before it.
In
anticipation I waited
for
it to approach me
as
I smiled benignly at it,
I
waved for it to see
My
gesture of friendship towards it.
In
fear the squirrel bolted
as
if I’d aimed to hit it.
It
didn’t wait for my friendship to see
a
vain misunderstood gesture before it.
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