Squirrel

There's something in my yard

or more precisely

there's a tail

and it's in my lilac.

At glance,

I question

whose tail,

so bushy in my bush?

The motion catches my eye

such that the curiosity about its owner

over takes me.

And I stop what I am doing to follow

the light brown appendage

rapidly bounding

from branch to branch

until a full body emerges

from the upper most leaves

and leaps to the fence post behind the green.

A squirrel

on a Sunday jaunt?

Or busily scurrying

home for his evening supper?

I do not know.

His tail invited me

ever so briefly

to something like

a cartoon matinee show.