Their bodies elongated, outstretched, dart like, to gain speed advantage and nix any figurative and/or literal tailwinds.
No doubt an acorn, or misplaced foraged nut, prompted this squabble. Their raspy, barking, chatter-chat echoed all around the tree. On one of those ‘orbits’ I must have been spotted, for each took refuge in an overhead limb, clicking their protests from behind the first of Autumns leaves.
Fall is in the air. A passing breeze, firmed the notion. The tree released a few of its personal confetti, which pirouetted and danced its way to the ground below. A mosaic carpet of what once was, laid at its foot.
This is officially my favorite season. The stains of Mother Earth bleeding out before mine eyes, in this artful living palette, magically embodies my soul. I love it when she shows off!