I spot you through the window
Hopping, on a secretive mission
In full flight, cheating surprise.
How devilish to see, digging the grass
And I knowing it will not last;
Our eyes momentarily meet, but
The purpose of your action is
Concealed – who should steal?
Which leads me to conclude how
All of us are trying to pave a
Way, to withstand the drum.
Squirrel, come back another day.