ME AND ROCKY THE SQUIRREL

ME AND ROCKY THE SQUIRREL

The youth
Never will define
What a friend is 
Within the youthfulness
Of a open mind

We all have moved
Time to time, to a bigger house
A pear tree to climb
And a backyard
But the night before , dad got a better job

Windows , without bars
Magically, gave view
To Rocky the squirrel
A friend I once knew

Rocky was young
And so was I
Our friendship conceived
At the blink of a eye

I always would say
Look at that crazy squirrel
I guess Rocky replied
You have to be crazy to live as a squirrel
I’ve  never seen ,you climb a tree
Looking for pine cones , nuts or a pear to eat
Rocky was a smart ass , opinionated  indeed

Rocky , that crazy squirrel
His friendship was free

Summers , winters
Came and gone
Me and rocky built a languish
Of our own

Ok to the readers , this poem is true . I have a pear tree in my backyard.
And there is a crazy squirrel named Rocky. I must say this poem started out hard for me
Because of the rhyming with the word squirrel . But it started to flow, and I have so much more to write
And it was fun. So question ? [part 2 or not guys]