It’s W.B. Yeats’ Birthday

William Butler Yeats: To a Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No

Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.

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