Once upon a dull sky's moon
Without a single star in view,
I came across a squirrel
With fur as black as night.
Once upon a midsummer's evening
With a pale blue sky and sun,
I came across a squirrel
With a scone tucked in their paws.
Once upon an autumn afternoon
Without a glaze of ice or snow,
I came across a squirrel
With a hurry in their step.
Once upon a springly hour
With fresh green grass and trees,
I came across a squirrel
With fur as tousled as the wind.
Once upon a morning, dusk, and dawn
Without a color in this new chilling winter,
I came across no chittering squirrels.
With hope for the next season though,
I wish they do return in warm spring and stay.