Up I got at crack of dawn. Went to the kitchen, put the tea kettle on.
Went to the window for a breath of air. Saw my friend the squirrel there.
Heard the pot whistle. Poured water in the cup. He heard me and sat straight up.
He looked at me with tea in hand. I looked at him on the railing and...
He jumped so high and ran away. It startled me in a curious way.
I felt quite badly, I have to say, interrupted his breakfast this sunny Saturday.
Unlike my friend the squirrel, I had a lovely breakfast with a dear friend of over 20 years.
She called me on the spur of the moment and asked me to join her. I am delighted to say we had a wonderful time!