Basking, in the warmth of sun

Soaking it in, before day is done

Relaxing here, on this quiet tree

Where no one really notices me

I blend in well, with winter gray

And I can lounge the day away

Until it’s time, to go back home

Into this tree, that’s mine, alone

Author’s note:  This is not my buddy, Gandolph.  He’s just another gray squirrel who hangs out in our tree  🙂

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