Kay Wade
Squirrel, birds, dog
It’s Saturday Happy Hour at the bird food bar, and all our feathered friends are here. The bouncer is a gray squirrel watching placidly from the banister, front feet tucked demurely against his chest, tail flexed across his back like a blanket. The birds behave, take turns, flutter in, pick a seed, flutter off to a nearby branch, repeat, repeat, repeat. Dog, resting comfortably on her bed, cocks an eyebrow at Squirrel, but makes no move. Squirrel moves closer, four feet, three feet. Titmouse drops a couple of seeds to the porch floor, an offering to Squirrel, and Dog closes her brown eyes and drifts back to dreamland. ~K