Sitting by the window,
Light snow coming down.
Watching two brown and one
High above,from tree to tree.
On wires nimble as can be.
A game of tag,fluffy tails swishing,
as they chase each other round
A minuscle sound will make them
scurry to higher ground.
Statue like they sit,still as can be.
Till all perceived threats are gone.
Then the game goes on.