Coralville Public Library's Teen Zine
A squirrel by Taeryn
I have this thing in my room
Which drives me nuts
Which is ironic…
I stare at the unblinking orbs
Pitch black as fake can be
Underneath is a pale white
Oh my goodness how dirty.
But maybe with love
And cute little whiskers
Though when young I cut one off…
On each side mind you
I don’t think he cares
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Just sits there
Plush but worn
Trying to figure out, I’m sure
Why in heaven, just maybe
This crazy girl in the room
Has written an ode
To her Beanie Baby