Pragyan Parimita Nanda
20 Nov, 2025
The Little Squirrel
Trees are felled and new saplings grow repeating the cycle, each year,
Leaving the squirrel a bit puzzled—where are its nuts buried?
Saved in the fall to enjoy the cold,
now the trees are gone, and plants cover the ground!
Paperwiff
by pragyanparimitananda
20 Nov, 2025
#poetry
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