by a grey squirrel scurrying
across the garden. It has a purpose
scouring the grass for sustenance,
a beautiful specimen fortunate
to be so blissfully unaware
of painful memories and despair.
It halts for a while to survey the scene
not knowing if it is immortal
just living for this moment in time.
She envies the squirrel as she resides
on the tired bench which holds such memories
and with world-weary eyes she peers around
but the squirrel is nowhere to be found.