Squirrel running wild
Escape from the noisiness
Soon to find dead end.
Laughter on your lips
Eyes as blue as the ocean
Sparkling like diamonds.
The birds are chirping
Calling to their families
Ready for hunting.
The birds are flying
All the way back to their nests
To reunite again.
Cloudy and polluted
Not even a star in sight
Just smog in the night.
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