Monday, February 7, 2011
It was a crisp, October eve when Peg and Gup met,
She knew it was love when the sun began to set.
Peg was sampling a delicious pinecone when she saw Gup from afar,
His chiseled forehead and squishy blonde tummy made her nearly drop her jaw.
The hills were alive as they jogged to meet halfway,
through the creek and beyond the brush she waited for him to say
those few sweet words every squirrel dreams to hear,
"I'll be seeing you after hibernation and you'll be mine all year, my dear."