My Albino Squirrel
Here is a poem written for My Albino Squirrel.
My Friend
By: Jim Elston
I have a friend,
It is a squirrel.
It’s fur is soft,
And as white as pearl.
When winter comes,
His fur turns grey.
Oh how I wish,
The white would stay.
He hops and jumps,
And runs with grace.
Some people say,
He’s a disgrace.
The Albino’s nice,
He’s really sweet.
He only eats nuts,
And refuses meat.
My friend and I,
Play and drink pop,
Until he gets tired,
And has to stop.
I walk my friend home,
Because it’s really late.
Then we agree to meet,
on another date.
I guess it’s true,
He is quite odd,
But he as well,
Was made by God.
