The Squirrel

Looking out my window I saw him, white and gray,
Scurrying among branches bare on a morning’s day.

Of the tree’s web, his paws took little time to peruse
Finding food swiftly, and then did himself recuse.

I grateful for his lesson; for I am a slothful creature.
Blessed be God for sending me such a teacher!

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