A large, peppery squirrel does its acrobatics.
Jumping from Fir to Oak to Elm
Into the precarious mulberry.
He catches my eye
But does not freeze,
Does not scamper away.
His bushy tail twitches
Intermittently.
He chews along the whole length
Of a woody stick
And tosses it carelessly aside.
He bends and twists
Wrenching off
Another reedy limb.
He pauses,
glances at me
and decidedly
holds his twig
A little tighter.
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