Stretched on ice-glazed grass
Frozen little squirrel friend,
Fluffy still in death.
A poor little fellow I passed while walking to the mailbox. No sign of injury, yet sadly no sign of life. Maybe he slipped on the icy sidewalk, as I periodically feared I might do, and fatally bumped his wee squirrel head.
2 comments:
Alas poor Nutkins, we knew him well.
Oh, no! I mourn with you. Especially after reading and loving that squirrel book you sent me.
*sob*
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