Nose quivering, tail rippling, Paws creeping, eyes inquiring. Close your eyes to bless the food, And then the squirrel is there in front of you, Waiting expectantly for a scrap.And when you toss a stick to make it scram, It runs to examine it, hoping for a snack. And when you turn around, suddenly it's …
The road rises and falls ahead of me, Dusty gray asphalt shouldered by the Pale burnt orange of summer grass That whispers dryly as I pass. Down the center of the road between the pines, I notice how the mustard double lines Match the nodding goldenrod and Black-eyed Susans that stand Tall along the highway’s …
