Squirrels

The squirrels are teasing us with their entertainment and knowledge of the winter morning.  They know full well we are talking about them so they rush towards the window and stop really fast.  Their tails flick and flap quickly and they give us the stare.  We laugh and they pull their tiny paws up to their chest as if to say,

 “Are you laughing at me?” 

They scamper and scurry as they jump from one branch to the other and back again.  Mocking us as they climb the squirrel proof bird feeder and as if to add insult they thrash at the seed and spill it on to the snow.  They rush again to the window as we watch their world and again look us in the eye with a dare or is it an invite to come out and join them?

If I was granted one wish; I would wish to be a bushy squirrel as the winter sun rises up over the northern woods.  I would flick my tail and spring from one tree to the other and maybe, just maybe, I too would make a mockery and climb the feeder intended to keep me out.  Yes, I would and just because I could?  I’d spray the morning snow with seeds.