The squirrel kept jumping in front of me.

I sat on the terrace after work

Wondering from where

 The squirrel comes at night.

It stared at me as I sipped

My hot cup of tea in the night

Watching the sky.

It came closer to me when I 

Offered it a nut 

Which it didn't even touch.

It jumped on my hand 

Then to the shoulder 

And again to the other hand

Then to my stomach.

I carelessly sat there enjoying 

Its dance on my body 

Staring above the sky

Confused whether to count the moon with the stars.

The squirrel jumped to the trees

I looked around 

I can't see it but can hear it

I kept looking on the branches 

Searched it with a torch 

But I see no signs of it.

I know where it went

It went its own way as usual .

Leaving the nut which I offered.

I stared the cloud covered sky wishing that

I could also be a squirrel to someone in the night.