Little Man

Little Man My friend little gray squirrel visits most every day at different times to dine keeping his eye on the windows off and on in our misty morning but rainless days and in the dark nights under a sparkling sky the coyotes cry out for camaraderie and my little man listens — sitting high on his tree. chirping not me not me He watches as people with their puppies walk by, keeping his eyes on his walnut tree I place a nut and water on the gate he watches and waits, then comes to take his treat then lies at ease on his belly stretching out his feet I believe he has developed some trust with me but we both know we must be wary for there are the predators always nearby the hunters, the hawks and the coyotes