An incredibly beautiful day. What a day to turn to dust and spend just “blowin’ in the wind” to see the world and get a glimpse of answers.
All my thoughts of man and his kind wrapped up in a squirrel and five minutes’ worth of watching what he does. Evil animal, the squirrel. He wreaks destruction on the beauty all around him, caring not that eating will prevent the tulip from its bloom, when seeds are hanging in a bounty all around him. Why does he scamper up the bending birch, to turn around and find his way back down again. His tail a graceful balance to his footing; unfurling fur in rippling silver grey to catch the sun. This time, this time he finds the morsel that he seeks, and pairing up, they bound back to the nest and feed their young. Natural in nature, creating and destroying is part of the rhythm of their lives
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology