Noise
I heard this scratching noise, coming from the kitchen.
I walked closer to the old wood stove and it got louder.
I discovered something was in the chimney pipe trying to get out.
I went outside and opened the door where the ashes may be.
Out jumped a flying squirrel, jumping right at me.
I don’t think it could see well in the day and thought I was a tree!
I was now jumping around the yard too with this squirrel after me.
I ran towards a tree hoping it would get the hint, that I am not that.
Thank God it surely did and it was then gone out of sight in a flash.
(true story..lol)
Heidi Sands
3/12/17
*Placed 7th in Contest: The Noise
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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