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.