In the morning, a frantic scrabble of claws on concrete greets us. The squirrels who have dared each other onto the porch launch themselves into the lawn as we open the door. I imagine their tiny hearts pounding even faster than usual.
The real drama, as usual, happens when no one is looking:
Squirrels with pumpkins,
Glee turning to confusion:
This one hollow, too?
Glee turning to confusion:
This one hollow, too?
How like them I am, lured by the promise of an unearned windfall and forgetting in my churn and flurry that I've known all along where my true sustenance will come from.
8 comments:
Excellent haibun. You've captured the squirrel's nature very well!
Good job with your haibun! I especially like the philosophy of your last line.
This weekend I saw porcupines nibbling at old jack-o-lanterns in three different places. I wish I'd had my camera with me.
This is a gorgeous haibun and kudos to you for it! I am still thinking mine through and wish it would "pop up" a little more quickly.
Very nice!!
I wish I could see that! Good story and poem.
This is probably a normal autumn scene for you, but quite exotic to me! I enjoyed the glimpse of your surroundings. Beautifully observed.
This is wonderful! Yours are exactly like the squirrels around here.
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