sometimesihatemycat

A moment while driving

I noticed a squirrel

His figure black and outline crisp

As the afternoon sun shone behind him

His back against a tree

Equally dark and haloed

Details blacked out like an eclipse

Except clearly his busy ears and hands

Feeding himself some morsel from the earth

I felt witness to something alive

I sighed deeply grateful for the beauty of the moment

While driving back an hour later

Near the same storied spot

I saw a freshly smeared squirrel in the road

In the light and full of detail

That perhaps I wouldn’t have asked to see

Same squirrel?

It seemed a lesson.

And the beauty was not dimmed because of it

~ by April on May 19, 2012.

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