~ SeCreT ~

"Your dog keeps on shedding on my carpet!"
- She would often say...

Over to the chronometer I would quickly glance
and would always reply: "No".

Under the stairs was always lined with fur,
and she could never figure it out,
but I always knew.

Cautiously, one evening I tip-toed
down the stairs and curiously peered
inside the grand timepiece.

Hank was inside silently sleeping, he was a squirrel
I had found upstairs in the attic.

Recently, I found him there...
And he appeared really frightened.
But he is just a little baby, no wonder.

Interesting how the history clock was a perfect
place for him. I thought since it wasn't working anyways...

Secretly, the furs kept on showing up, (haha)
But what could I do? I wouldn't let go of the baby squirrel.

Timeless device this clock was, it had endured
the many trials and tribulations that our family
had passed down throughout the generations.

Oddly, for this reason only...

Perfect resident, such a cute little squirrel...
for this beloved masterpiece of wonder.

Half reluctant... my mother never really was able to found out.

Exallotriote, the little squirrel... reminded me a bit of myself.
So the ability to take care of it seemed adequate.

Ramiform, was how the inside of the clock looked like,
Not only it was home to me... but it was like home for Hank.
What left behind the fuzzy fur balls? Mom will never know.
And, neither will YOU.