“Oink!” said the Squirrel

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Thought he would paint piggies

dancing round those kids maybe one or two

it has been many many May days

but yet those hogs he did not do

well he has painted their forms

very little detail just some curly tails

oh yes the sky radiates above it all

and green grass sprouts like rails

somehow coming up those stairs

he only goes into this room to write

he does look in on those little piglets

each and every night, that’s right

just now he heard a funny scratch sound

he must seek to see if it can be seen

going to the window, there it goes again

a squirrel climbs up the window screen

it does not seem to see him at all

appears it seeks a door or gate

to get maybe into the inner walls

looking for entry, wanting not to wait

it seems to have its own distraction

not a computer escape like I do

seems he wants to find the action

a sanctuary, or a nut home to hide too

and maybe contemplate his pigs

that circle in his head, like you

one day, or hour that joy will come

for the brush of life will paint it true

those little oinking babes will sing

that fire in the soul, brush and brain

as spring showers will green up blossoming

in bright colors when again as golden sun reigns

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