A Squirrel Named Larry

The Legend of the Great Squirrel Wizard named Larry.

Beneath the twilight’s silver flame,
They whisper still of Larry’s name.
A squirrel of fur both gray and gold,
Whose gaze was sharp, whose spirit old.

Upon the highest oak he stood,
A staff of root, a crown of wood.
The winds obeyed his spoken word,
The trees leaned close, their branches stirred.

Acorns blazed with runes of fire,
The forest bent to his desire.
Yet mercy dwelt within his art,
He healed the weak, restored the heart.

But woe to those who dared betray,
For storms would rise and skies turn gray.
A wizard-sage, both small yet grand,
Larry guarded leaf and land.

And so beneath the moonlit skies,
With ancient fire in his eyes,
The tales endure, the legends sing,
Of Larry; squirrel, mage, and king.

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Prompt: Write a story or poem that has the title: "A Squirrel Named Larry"
Written for: "The Writer's Cramp"