Tensions pull and tense,
The air’s filled with sweet suspense,
Waiting’s half the fun.
Words like playing cards,
In fifty-two card pick up,
That’s before they land!
I just need to write,
The words crowd my mind, bulging,
‘Til they tumble out.
Cheeky Squirrel stops,
“You won’t get my nuts!” He says,
And then he poses!
