Squirrels on My L.O.F.T.

Sitting with friends the other day having dinner made me realize something.

 

It was when our normal, run-of-the-mill political discussion (as if any political discussion with me is run-of-the-mill) was post-scripted by a feeling of dismay and then by a comment: “Wow, you sure have a way of cheering people up when you talk about [politics].”

 

That bothered me.

 

So, in light of this, and in light of one of my previous blogs regarding my List Of Favorite Things (LOFT) I have decided that it is only fitting, in normal realms of talk and teaching, to have an intermission.

 

Here is yours:

 

 

 

 

As I have said, my LOFT tends to cheer me up – so why not share it (and its levity) and use it in the midst of this radical and restless quest.

 

Thus, I have decided to share here, on occasion, an item in my LOFT – for your pure enjoyment.

 

No educational purposes intended or inclined.

 

And so …

 

I like Squirrels.

  

I just think they are funny.

 

They resemble us humans so much that it’s often reflecting.

 

I mean, take a good look at one sometime; they seemingly come in all shapes and sizes, styles and colors and – well – attitudes.

 

Some squirrels get mad:

 

 

Others sometimes are sad:

 

 

Some are in your face:

 

         

 

A few even fly with grace:

 

 

Some are black:

 

 

Some are white:

 

 

A few even fight:

 

 

Most though are just up all night:

 

 

Making themselves sleepy:

 

         

 

There are those that are brave:

 

 

And those that watch you when you are not looking; wow that’s creepy:

 

 

Some squirrels are tame:

 

 

all of them like to play games:

 

 

And do acrobatics:

 

 

Even dine with deer:

 

 

 

They like to chase each other:

 

 

And certainly drink beer: (see why we get long so well)

 

 

 

But you don’t have to be drunk to see why squirrels are so special to me.

 

They are like men, doing the best that they can.

 

To make it in a world.

 

Where, you know it is tough to me a man – or a squirrel.

 

So the next time you see one.

 

Don’t run.

 

Get up the nerve.

 

And just observe.

 

Let them in.

 

To make your heart soft.

 

You might even find them a spot.

 

In your one and only L.O.F.T.