Today I saw a squirrel 

and I named it Peanut.

I don't know why:

he just looked like a Peanut,

as in the name and not the food.


He was squat and round,

grey whiskers poking out across

his brown brown fur. 


He reminded me of my Uncle. 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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