There is a squirrel outside who lives in a tree.
He hangs upside down and looks in at me.
I walked outside to view what he can see.
It turns out he wasn’t looking at me.
He was looking at his own reflection in the tree.
Maybe that squirrel isn’t as silly as he can be.
He was only looking in a mirror just like me.
I wonder if someday, when he looks at his reflection in the tree;
Will he also wonder how he got so old, just like me?
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