My little friend
The quiet of the noon Has a lot to say We just need to listen With patience and be gay A little squirrel comes hoping In the garden of my house She parades the entire area Stopping at places she finds safe I always keep nuts for her in the backyard Gillu comes hastily Making sure nobody is around She savours them in a hurry And disappears in the vastness unbound I keep a tiny water bowl For Gillu to drink it whole She comes and takes a few sips And merrily goes around pretty swift This is a tiny tale Of Gillu and l A naughty noon visitor Who is more than welcome in my house where I reside.