The Peaceable Arras

As the grey curtain of dusk
falls over the remainder of the
day the frantic gathering of
small wild creatures whose
instinct has endowed them with
certain foreknowledge of
winter's imminent arrival has
dwindled, they withdrawn until
dawn arrives. But wait, two
laggards, a lone dove alongside
the most assertive of red squirrels
remain in a sudden oasis of
tranquility, each unconcerned
with the presence of the other
each focused on their elemental
need to continue foraging
and a state of amity is called.