Squirrel and Society

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There's a squirrel at my window.
She stares into the warm room.
What are the fearful emotions
Flickering in the eyes filled with doom?

Why do you cower, oh tall man?
Why do you fear the beast inside?
You're safe in your home, why can't I see
The problems you face, but hide?

The cold night air ruffles her coat
As she turns to take her leave.
My voice from the window pane
Beckons her to believe.

Listen to the ones who cry for help.
The shelter isn't always safe.
For while you run wild and free
We are trapped in society's haste.

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