You can do it, you can do it, I said aloud, smiling at the sight of nature so near to me.
I look up and there’s another, a little smaller, waiting on a top branch.
When the bigger one made it up, they started kissing. Are my eyes deceiving me? No, they were smooching alright, and you never saw two tails wagging with such gusto.
Not even a Beagle who could have out-wagged these two.
I left smiling thinking, wow, spring is in the air…she’s sending out notices, finally.
Then I saw a group of squirrels gathered, all eating, with one large one that seemed in charge. Maybe he was giving a brunch for his brethren, all staying put as I ran by unconcerned with my presence.
As I continued at my half gait, there was a hawk perched in a tree.
“Hey, remember me,” he said, “we met a few months back.”
“Of course,” I said, “how’ve ya been Mr. Hawk, it’s been a while.”
“Yeah but remember Hawk, it’s still March.”
“And your point is?”
“March can, and has been, a tough month.”
“When will you stop underestimating Mother Nature? She really hates that ya know.”
He waved a talon as I, rather than he, took flight and thought, okay, instead of doubt I’ll have faith.