this morning #460.

this morning, lying supine beneath an eastern white pine, she looked up to see what appeared to be two squirrels in the act of making love. bushy tails. rustling leaves. rodent moans. a few acorns falling from above. in her head, sir david attenborough’s calming voice began to narrate as she stayed absolutely still, careful not to disturb them. “late in the mating season, these two american red squirrels have selected a rather odd location for their copulation. high up in a tree, positioned directly above the head of a reclusive middle-aged woman. she has frozen in place, stunned by the miracle of life. it is the most action she’s seen in over a year.”