The big bushy tail
Swirling all around
Tiny nose sniffing
 
Cool, brisk summer air
Little pattering feet
On crunchy gravel
 
Dried leaves falling down
And sweeping round and round
That furry brown shape
 
Eyes bright and looking
All about, up, down, left, right
Forwards and backwards
 
Swift paws running on
Fences, climbing so high and
Giddily to gaze
 
At juicy peaches
Still on the bushes and plump  
A delicate crouch
 
And the peaches are theirs
Tiny teeth nibbling at
The soft, white, fuzzy flesh
 
Paws on a belly
Full with peaches devoured
Juice dribbling down
 
Gnarled pits are all that
Remain of the fruits and the
Squirrel dashes off