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MY GUAVA TREE Stealthily he hops through looking for a bite! Changing colors of a ripening fruit catches his beady eyes! “I smack my lips ; I have found something there!” Chattering he jumps from the tree leaving me to check his abandoned treasure ! The thin twigs sway from my weight ! Yet, I want to have that bite! Plucking the fruit I climb down “For me” Flashing a winning smile I take my first bite ! Yes, it is a treat - A half eaten fruit is always sweet ! ~Kalai Selvi Arivalagan~ *(In this poem I talk about my encounter with a little squirrel over a half eaten guava)
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