I’m a squirrel, I’m always on the run, <br />I rush, I dash, I never seem to stop. <br />You see I am scared, I’m terrified. <br />I’m such a nervous wreck. My body <br />shakes, my heart is in my mouth. <br />My eyes are everywhere, my ears will <br />listen for a sound, a noise, a giveaway; <br />a broken twig, so I can dash, and run, <br />to find a place, where I can secrete, <br />conceal, or hide, I’m even known to <br />hibernate. I lead a very jumpy life, <br />yes I’m timid, full of fear, <br />and yes you would say I’m shy.<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shy-9/
