Title: Airborne Acrobat

Animal: Squirrel

The branch curving down as I make for the end

First a bough, then a stick, then a twig with a bend--

And it's takeoff! I'm flying, the air rushing by

Fur rippling, tail ruffling, ears flat as I fly

But this Lindbergh's a gymnast, with no wings to soar

And in moments I'm perched on a limb, as before.

A rustle of leaves and a chittering soft:

Wings or not, I'm still up here, soaring aloft.

The End

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