Little Brushwood looked out the living room window,

To see on the ground the new coating of fresh snow.

He poked through the crack of the two layered curtain,

Because in his mind he just had to be certain.

The window got fogged up from the breath of his nose,

But he saw something out there frozen in a pose.

A squirrel was holding a walnut in his grip,

The squirrels tail then did a flippity flip-flip.

He put the nut in his mouth and ran up the tree,

Stopping near a hole that was so easy to see.

Little Brushwood was happy the squirrel was nearby,

What a great day; a new friend and snow from the sky.