When I walked a mail route
I saw a baby squirrel on the curb;
it was looking at his momma
that had lost a race with a car in the street.
After a while the pup turned,
saw me, felt no fear,
and climbed up my leg, my chest, my shoulder,
and then to the knit cap on my head,
and stayed there the rest of my route that day,
rode back to the post office in my jeep,
stayed on my hed while I went in,
turned in my keys, set my mail on the chutes,
cleared my route desk
and checked out and drove home.
At home it stayed on my shoulders,
and I called a rehab lady in Vestal,
and she came out within the hour
and took the pup to raise and release later.
It was a truly beautiful experience, though.

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