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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
  To a squirrel

Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.

William Butler Yeats

And this...
Lovely photo Jean. Several of his (her?) cousins live in the communal gardens of my block of flats here in Balham. Yes, I know they're supposed to be vermin etc etc - but I think they're gorgeous ...
Great photo. And lovely poem I had never read.
Thanks for your kind comments on my blog.
At our old house, some baby squirrels fell out of a tree once... and even they were scared to death of us! The poem reminded me of that.
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