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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #2238397
He wished that he could join the fun
He sat up on the highest branch
Where he could see it all
The squirrel watched the little boy
Out playing with a ball

The squirrel saw the boy a lot
He liked to watch him play
He wished that he could join the fun
If only for a day

The boy was there all by himself
With no one else around
He threw the ball up in the air
And bounced it on the ground

He had no one to play catch with
He didn’t have a friend
So he would just play by himself
His own game of pretend

The squirrel got an acorn nut
And threw it from the tree
It landed right beside the boy
Who squinted up to see

The squirrel hurled another nut
And chattered at the lad
Who smiled as he looked up above
He was no longer sad

The squirrel climbed down from the tree
And scampered ‘cross the grass
The boy just stood and watched him move
The squirrel was so fast

The squirrel took another nut
And tossed it in the air
He caught it with a slight of hand
You won’t see anywhere

The boy just watched without a word
He smiled with delight
He grinned at his new furry friend
His eyes were shining bright

The boy picked up another nut
From there beneath the trees
He pitched it to his newfound friend
Who handled it with ease

He caught it in his little paws
As it was passing by
He could play for the New York Mets
The way he snagged that fly

Those summer days just flew on by
And most days were the same
The squirrel and the boy would meet
Each day they played their game

Too soon the weather changed for worse
The days were getting short
Those nuts they had tossed back and forth
Were more than just for sport

The squirrel had to bury them
Those games of catch were done
They’d have to wait for six long months
‘Til they could have their fun

The squirrel burrowed in his nest
To pass the winter days
The little boy went off to school
And back to his old ways

But both of them could hardly wait
‘Til warm days came again
And they would have a catch once more
The squirrel and his friend

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