I took a break from work last evening and sipped some hot tea on my deck while watching my local squirrels skitter around. I’m making a point to take full advantage of these autumn evenings before it’s too cold.. And of course, there’s a poem to go with everything:
To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No
by William Butler Yeats
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.