There’s a squirrel on the tree outside, spins round the trunk and glides to land where tulips are coming to bud. One bulb dug up, he takes a bite then chases after friends. I wonder if tulip bulbs still flower with bites taken out of the end.
There’s a bird in the tree outside. It chases squirrels away than flies in search of early worms. That tulip stem’s a flower. He spits it out. I wonder if stems produce buds when they’re battered about.
There’s a cat outside, chases squirrels and birds and the tulip’s trod down in the mud.