Squirrels leap and scurry, happy for spring.
Waking from a winter slumber they stretch.
In my yard, easy to find nuts they fetch.
Watching in awe, like Snow White I might sing.
Dreaming of a day they will freely cling.
Hoping my initials in trees they etch.
I sit, stare and in my notebook I sketch.
When they run from me, my heart feels a zing.
Intentions pure, only wanting to pet.
Fluffy tail, tiny nose my heart quicken.
Will today be the day my dreams come true?
Gentle touch only, I swear I'm no threat.
Scampering away, my heart is stricken.
For now, you're my minions and I your Gru.