The Perfect Adventure!

Shut the door
Net the windows
Plug the holes
Drive it away
Before it drives me mad…

So fumed the husband…

And the object of his fury and worry
Wove its way inside
Through an imperceptible gap on the top ...
Jumped with ease
sprinted with grace
On the bed
Along windows
Fell in a bucket of water
Came out drunken, shrunken
Dried itself on the pelmet

And while he searched for a stick, a torch and a fellow human
To torture the torturer,
There it was
Atop the branch
Shrieking merrily
Its tail restored to fluffy glory
“it was an adventure
a real squirrel adventure”