"Rarely does one see a squirrel tremble."
Zadie Smith.
The air in Canada carries peace—until a black
squirrel attack begins.
“Watch out!” a fellow traveler calls as an
acorn whizzes past me from the roof
of the motel.
Squashed acorns appear all over
the parking lot.
The squirrel appears and searches through
the pieces. Humans aren’t a target now.
It’s buffet time.
All I know for certain is that I am not
invited. The woman who saw the critter's
prank,smiles.
She and I talk. We feast on the moment,
the serendipity of meeting others.
illustration made from cut paper and colored pencil
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