Creature comfort

Lightning strobbed through the front windows. Thunder grumbled behind. Split by a house, I was inside. The rain second-washed our sheets on the line, washed the bird shit out. Today, I doubt they’ll dry. I watched a squirrel use his tail as an umbrella. Fluff pulled over his back, his head. He was perched on our balcony’s railing, not even 10 feet away. What’s scarier: an large unshowered woman in the morning, smiling or a sewer-filled sky? Sometimes in a storm, two creatures have an understanding.

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