The Morning Porch

June 3, 2008 by Dave Bonta

Two squirrels slowly circle the trunk of a walnut tree, gray against gray, frenetic tails sending Morse messages through the heartwood.

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Evan

September 22, 2009 at 10:09 pm

I like squirrels sense of fraternity. Their lives would be worthy of imitation if they had a little more focus.
Dave Bonta

September 22, 2009 at 10:21 pm

They are unrelentless, for sure.

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