Friends

Each time I espie him

my heart leaps and warms.

I so admire his bold spunkiness

and intelligence, his curiosity

and carefully surmised 

conclusion that he would 

have much to gain by offering

me his friendship.  I reciprocate

in the only way that a tailless 

squirrel might appreciate,

greeting him familiarly by

name and never without an

edible gift.  The sound of his

name expressed by my voice

can draw him from within

quite a territorial radius.  He

is patient, awaiting the largest

peanut in my sack, leaping

confidently off with it,

resembling nothing so much

as a small black rabbit.