Snowing softly everywhere
except where squirrels chase each other
through the trees, dislodging snow squalls
It is just animals and their mysterious ways
But it looks like jubilation as those squirrels
create flurries
with every branch they leap to or from
On my side of the window, I sip coffee
and watch the tiny snowstorms they create.
I can almost hear them laughing as they run
Puff Of Smoke Poems 