A Secret

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“A Secret,” Friend, Oct. 1983, 13

A Secret

The squirrel knows a secret.

He whisks up a tree

And stops on a limb

To chatter at me.

The rumor is rustling

In orange and brown,

And trees nod their heads

As the leaves flutter down.

In wild, honking wedges

The geese leave no doubt.

Winter is coming!

The secret is out.