I was sitting on a park bench eating salt peanuts when a squirrel jumped to my side. He stood on his hind legs and stared at me with misty brown eyes. I handed him a peanut. He handed me a business card and scurried away. Foolish squirrel, I thought. Can't he see I'm as poor as a church mouse? We were different. But I knew his happiness. I hoped he knew mine.
Poetry Pantry #367
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