squirrels dance feathery tails elongated in a rising sun's light
hidden in the shadows of an immature palm
they jump and play tumbling over a palm fruit bouncing off of
the soft brown fur of one another
their job now is merely to enjoy
to collect and store their spring bounty
to hop across the dew-laden grass to stand
erect and on point sniffing the air sensing
the vibrations feeling their way into
what is to come
only this now greets the whiskers of their
friendly faces only this
now
planes arriving for a landing overhead entreats
their ears only
this now birds chirping
insects hopping life
unfolding eager to greet a new day
ready for what may come
whatever may come.
