Henry and the Big Doughnut

Spring is chirping outside my window.
I can hear its arrival
as the birds arrange their nests for the season
and get reacquainted with their neighbours.

The fresh, pungent odor of pine needles being raked
along with last seasons fallen twigs and leaves.
The daffodils nod their approval
while the crocuses remain silent,
perhaps reserving their opinion for another time.

The squirrels don't seem to mind the happy whistling
as they bustle around below the trees
foraging for leftovers
racing back up the tree with a crust of bread.

One squirrel is noticed
carrying an obscenely large donut
covered in sprinkles.
In a panic to avoid sharing
He fairly gallops up the tree trunk

There he sits, patiently rotating the sweet treat
nibbling the stolen sugary snack.
Tragedy strikes.
The donut has been dropped and is nowhere to be seen.
A quick leap to the ground
followed by frantic scurrying
among the remaining leaves from the past season.

Running in dizzying circles,
dashing left
then right
until finally, the fluffy tree climber and his sweet are re united.
Another laborious haul up the tree
Paying no attention that the doughnut is 4 times bigger than his head
Patience has paid off
and he is once again patiently nibbling
nimble little fingers rotating

A crunch in the leaves below
He freezes, stops eating his snack and peers through the hole to the ground below
and once again
drops
the donut.
The circle of life as seen from the front of my window.