'W' Poem

One wacky Wednesday evening,
A squirrel walked up my wall.
I wonder why he did that
And why he didn’t fall.

My window was opened slightly,
That windy winter day,
I guess that how he entered,
And decided he would  stay.

I kept my window open
And hoped he’d find a way.
To go back out, get  off my wall,
Then all would be Okay.

By morning I looked up and saw,
No squirrel on the wall.
I guess he went back out, or else,
He wasn't there at all.

My name is Willie Willow,
I sometimes dream at night.
These dreams are sometimes wierd,
but then,
Are gone by morning's light.

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