it's mine...

...all mine

and he wasn't going to share - no matter what - boo!

not that i was wanting him to - don't get me wrong... he scurried up the nearest tree - holding onto that piece of bread - like it'd just come out of the bakery... all soft and gummy-like... you know what i'm sayin'... doughy and soft - yeasty... the sort you can simply smell - wafting through the air... tempting you to get your rear end out of bed in the morning - 'cuz you know it's going to taste so delicous going down - with a glass of milk... he was gripping it in those little paws as if it was his last meal of the day - and i wasn't about to get in his way...

but it didn't stop me from my usual interactions - my constant squirrel mutterings of what a beauty he was... just look at him - all black and gorgeous... a rare treat to see in my neck of the woods - his eyes keeping track of my every move as i chatted away - making a connection i'd like to think was friendly - understanding i was being complimentary to his place here... and really - in the end - he's just like us humans, protecting what he found - considering it his own - being a bit selfish, not wanting to share... we might be hard pressed if we thought it was going to be awhile before our next meal, too, admit it... i was thrilled to run into my little black squirrel friend again - the surprise making for...

a

happy day.....