When I see the squirrels
hopping across the lawn
I consider how different
is the mobility of different animals.


Some seem mostly to jump –
some seem to be always stalking –
some seem only to run –
and some just crawl.


I am familiar with some animals
who go at it
and then they add some.


These animals
are called grand children
and they wear me out
just looking at them.

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