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Sunday, October 17, 2010

October dribbles - 17

A squirrel was hunting acorns in the grass. Sunshine flamed like firelight from his tale. He twitched and passed—warm squirrel. Beautiful—from lawn to deck where shadowed hand reached out to wreck his day.
Warm squirrel. Mmm. Delicious. Discarded furry brush, some bones and an acorn all that remained.

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