'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.
