In the forest's graceful haze,
A gray squirrel twirls and plays,
With nimble paws and eyes so bright,
It dances with elegant delight.
Through the branches, it gracefully leaps,
As nature's secrets, it slyly peeps,
Its fur a tapestry of silver and gray,
A vision of beauty along the way.
With agile steps and a graceful stride,
It scampers, it glides, and it cannot hide,
Its tail, a feathery plume so grand,
Guiding its path across the land.
Among the trees, it finds its bliss,
A creature of charm, it cannot dismiss,
So delicate and full of poise,
Bringing nature's symphony with its voice.
Oh, graceful gray squirrel, a marvel to behold,
In your presence, stories unfold,
Through the forest, you silently roam,
A reminder of beauty, wherever you roam.
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