Three from My Window

The squirrel children, three of them, run one after the other
across the street, scurrying up the small mound of lawn, the leader crossing the sidewalk when the second one stops and goes limp, appearing to die.

The leader, just a child but seemingly very wise, stops to wonder why and, when the second squirrel doesn’t rouse, retreats across the sidewalk to stand over him for a small second and then touches him with his paw, his left paw, which enlivens the second squirrel, and the two of them, along with the third who stands far back through it all, trot up the driveway out of sight.

Two older men walk by, several feet apart but in the middle of the street which, at first, appears to be coincidental, and then one man moves his lips and it seems they are talking and may be friends.

A boy with an umbrella walks back and forth across a deep puddle, studying his boots moving the water.