Little wild riddle

I'm a busy active creature,
Fashioned with a sportive nature,
I nimbly skip from tree to tree,
Under a well-wrought canopy;
And for cleanliness and air,
Am a pattern to the fair;
I, to arms and blood a stranger,
Apprehensive of no danger,
Like the ant, for winter store,
Searching, treasures to explore,
All on a sudden hear the foe,
The cause and object of my woe
By whom I'm soon a prisoner made
Chain'd, and in a dungeon laid:
Bid Chloe then, and Myra tell,
What's my name and where I dwell.

PS: Don't look at the photo ;)

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Humanity appreciates truth about as much as a squirrel appreciates silver. Vernon Howard