Squirrel

by Edward Combeer aged 10

RUNNER UP

Searching for nuts.
Quick as lightning, quiet as a whisper.
Under the golden leaves of autumn,
In the hollow trunks of trees.
Reaching out for the final acorn.
Running along ​the tops of fences,
Evading the neighbour’s chasing dog.
Leaping home joyfully with a plump nut.

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