i had drawn this out of no where early, for nothing. the smear...a spatter of barbque sauce on an otherwise "good" page...so i thought how could it be beauty Full....asked the pencil
was standing at the sink looking out that little window which is not my usual Looking Out window. it looks into the old Doe Forest. Movement in the distancc, trees, the squirrel. Not where i am used to seeing himThem. But there....branch to branch and suddenly, there were
TWO
there were two of Them running spinning flinging all within the space of that small window screen that was like an old time TV They chased and spun and just PLAYED. PLAYED. with each other. there was such Joy, such Wild Abandon all for no reason other than what it was....those moments, of sharing the Joy of EachOther in the tree branches . Arboreal Squirrels. TWO of them.
