Squirrely
Dinner always came precisely at five
As she would shuffle for the elevator
Five floors up
It was not the eating she looked
Forward to
But the sneaking
The hiding back for the squirrels
Who she fed
Who could climb down
Head first
She longed for claws
Of a life without falls
Of landing on all fours
Outside these palatial
Fifth floor ledges....
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