Pinocchio And The Squirrell (Part Three)

Pinocchio was amazed that she could fly like that.
He loved watching her move just like an angel bat.
The way she went through the trees with such grace.
It was like she knew where her paws came to place.

The confidence she had with not the fear of flying.
Told him that he could, too; He wasn't even trying.
But he exclaimed that he wasn't a squirrel in a tree.
Had been wood for so long; It affected his mentality.

What if I should fall and I am afraid of heights?
She told him that she had fallen and that he might.
She said that she couldn't give him any guarantees.
But if he didn't try he would never run the trees.

Finally he admitted that he would rather watch her.
That he had a fondness for girls and squirrels.
The freedom to be yourself in any setting at all.
And to not worry should you should fly or fall.

Whispered her little secret learned from the birds.
A red robin to be exact and what she had overheard.
You can only be what you are meant to be, friend.
Whether in fantasy or the real; We all can pretend.