The Pair
You know..Squirrels are just like us. The wait for each other..it was kinda cute..I saw two of them doing that today. One would cross and wait for the other..passing through the same path..I don't know really..it just made me smile...
It was like a pair made forever. I often stop and watch them. Their lives seeming so simple. Days of running up trees, hours of hunting, digging, eating. We all do that. We running every day for our lives. We live, eating. We dig into this world, hoping for find ourselves.
How I ache for that bond that they had. The one, pausing, breath frozen, waiting for its other half to make it across. Its ears listening, its eyes watching. Only when the other came as well, did it move again. They followed the same path. It is what we do, when we find our match.
It is sad, that when we don't have the other half, we don't have much to live for. We run up trees alone, we dig alone, we eat alone, and we walk the path alone. . .
It was like a pair made forever. I often stop and watch them. Their lives seeming so simple. Days of running up trees, hours of hunting, digging, eating. We all do that. We running every day for our lives. We live, eating. We dig into this world, hoping for find ourselves.
How I ache for that bond that they had. The one, pausing, breath frozen, waiting for its other half to make it across. Its ears listening, its eyes watching. Only when the other came as well, did it move again. They followed the same path. It is what we do, when we find our match.
It is sad, that when we don't have the other half, we don't have much to live for. We run up trees alone, we dig alone, we eat alone, and we walk the path alone. . .