Little Squirrel by Divyash Poudyal

Little  squirrel little squirrel sitting on a tree
climbing down the trunk to eat the nuts for free
it jumps and runs looking for food
when I looked through the window he disappeared to the woods
I feel bad when it disappeared from my sight
I came down on the sofa silently to hide
jumping, hopping, sneaking;  he is complete free
Coming down the window shield to look at me
I raised my head to catch the beautiful sight
There was another squirrel on his right
They hopped and played in the front porch all the day
Weed  grow, rain drops, it is not yet May