To the Squirrels at Union Square

Posted on December 12, 2010 by


They’re so cheeky he said of they with no personality only instinct.


But I looked in the eye, at the outstretched arm, at claws ready for gripping and mischief as it reached for some sugar cookie treat. No stupidity lurked in that eye; its expression functioned in open space.


Squirrel turned, treat aloft to the safety of the bushes where, burdened by some connection, some desire for more or some guilt it turned to stare thanks into my soul. Then it scampered away;  scampering so well it even put its life at risk, which is a luxury.


In trees it flew by instinct.


On the ground it scampered cheeky, just to connect with me.