Squirrels and Me

They're outside my office window, and I catch their movements out of the corner of my eye (an odd but apt phrase). They're always busy, and I bet they don't have cholesterol problems at all, what with climbing up the lilac tree, skipping across the shed roof, and jumping, all four paws flailing, to get to the bird feeder and steal the best seeds from their feathered competitors.

Maybe if I had to work that hard for my lunch I wouldn't be so stiff, so achy, so soft around the middle. Maybe my pants would fit.

But then, if I were a squirrel, I wouldn't have to wear pants.