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Squirrels Screaming in Spring
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Tales Fom The Fur Simple afternoons with you are freeing
Softly, quietly I look up to see two
Squirrels screaming at me
The dichotomy between the serene breeze
And the tiny furry beasts puts a smile on my face
The worries of the world fade into Nothingness
The warm caress of the dying sun
Lifts today's burdens like an old friend with his hand held out
Seeking...Greeting
Lifting...Comforting
Am I the same as you?
We exist in this moment together
But who am I and who are you?
The wall comes crumbling down
I gasp... you turn your rosy cheeks to face me
We see eye to eye but through different lenses
My green to your brown
My chaos to your calm
Two sides of the same coin
And yet when I turn to face the trees
I see through the faded leaves and the bare bones of earthen bark
I see in the extended arms of the oak what I can't always see in myself: Hope
The screaming squirrels have given up
Sometimes I feel the same
The quiet returns
The light is receding
I turn to you once more
I return to the here
I return to us and our small Haven;
In the garden of two now silent Squirrels
