The Squirrel Is Dead

The squirrel who played like a kitten is dead found her stiff and rigid body where she used to tread, on the ground by the pond she lay still and silenced only the furry tail still waved in the wind's defiance. Looking up into the tall hundred year oak were few remains of the nested drey she cloaked for her refuge and hiding place once safe still there, clung leaves gathered moss on the edge of escape. The sudden change in weather, a north west wind that came dropping 30 degrees in just a few hours with cold rain swept in later in the night with a racing wind and snow that slid thru the trees and flung her here to earth below. This small creature once elaborating chatter and play slipped quick and quietly away unseen and missed by those around she has final resting peace found.