Red Squirrel on the Patio

I sat there,

Eating breakfast,

Drinking coffee,

Meditating.

There, scurrying down a tree,

I saw the squirrel.

Underneath the patio it ran.

I thought it would be cool,

If it came up on the balcony

With me. I stayed

Where I was, and thought

Then up the stairs it climbed:

The squirrel ran towards me.

I stopped drinking my coffee

In surprise, and moved a bit.

The squirrel stopped and started,

Staring in surprise.

‘You are a big squirrel,’ it thought,

Then it scampered down the stairs again,

And off into the trees along the ground it ran.