A flowing fountain gushing gently
Falling softly like autumn leaves
Standing under the swaying trees
The winds whipping up a gentle breeze
A squirrel sits perched upon it
Getting wet, but just a bit
Looking at the cat
Thinking what a horrible git
The winds increase
The ripples of the water shimmer
More than ever before
The squirrel jumps onto the floor
Never to come back again.
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