One morning, as the sun began to rise,
I sipped my tea, calm and wise.
But then, oh no, what did I see?
A squirrel, as sneaky as can be!

It darted from the tree with an almost theatrical leap,
Its little paws pitter-pattering, quiet but deep.
I froze, staring at the furry little thief,
My snack was about to face its grief!

"Hey! That's mine!" I shouted, filled with rage,
The squirrel paused and turned, full of stage.
It flicked its tail and gave me a grin,
Like, "Try to catch me, you'll never win!"

And just like that, it snatched the biscuit and ran,
Leaving me standing there like a confused man.
"Seriously?" I muttered, fists in the air,
“You think you can just take my snack, without a care?!”

But this squirrel, it wasn’t done....