Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Squirrel at my Window

I sat at the kitchen table sipping my morning ritual- coffee- when a scratch at the window to my side caught my attention. Thinking nothing, also a morning ritual, I glanced over and startled at the squirrel nodding his furry head at me. I looked around the kitchen for witnesses but no one was around. This time, the little nut brown knocked and I looked back at him in disbelief.
I pointed to my chest and raised my eyebrows.
He nodded, "Yes, you." His voice was muted behind the window pane.
I cracked the window, but only an inch... who knew what kind of temperament talking squirrels had.

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