Squirrel

 


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I watched a gray squirrel jump-frogging through the backyard trees,
now barren of leaves, to the other side of my backyard. The sky is blue, blue.
I am sure he had no plan other than just to get to the other side of the yard. I watched until
I could see him no longer and my gaze drifted back to the feeders, and the blue jays were
feeding at the ground feeders. A gray squirrel came scampering down the trunk of an oak
tree and scurried the jays away. I wondered if it was the same gray squirrel.

I took a deep breath.

And I think to myself
What a Wonderful World
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day

– time to start the day. Chilly this morning.

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