My geriatric squirrel is back foraging for seeds
Left by the sparrows.
He seems to have acquired a fuller tail
It is still thin and whiter than grey.
I wonder if he knows he is in an old garden of an old woman
I wonder if he knows we are both geriatrics.
A student of Love in life gathering flash insights which guide my search for beauty reflected by the soul. My reality is a simple mind who loves to laugh and make the world happier for my presence. “Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone.” - Edgar A. Guest View more posts
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