This morning during brunch Mr. Squirrel came to visit. Lizzy was quite attentive. Eyes locked. Breath shallow. Trying to read each other. A screen in-between changes everything. Makes for an extended hesitation. If there were no screen it would be a scampering chase. Around and up the tree. One wild, one not. Wonder what they were saying. Thinking. Maybe not a thing. Maybe just sensing presence and wondering what’s next.