In a shadowy niche scurry tiny fast feet,
Whose bountiful cheeks hold stash they stow.
Their survival is guaranteed by gift of fleet,
As beady eyes shift while tracking foe.
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I love it James, and I can tell exactly which each one is by your very desft description. Very nice, you are exceedingly talented. Susan