The mahogany squirrel stood still. It’s back flat against the cream colored shed in which it hoped to blend.

The Blue jay saw the woman with one eye as he cracked open a birdseed.

“Damn it’s cold.” She said out loud.

She saw both Bluejay and squirrel nod in agreement.

We are all the same thing. She posited.

A perfect moment to capture, she thought to herself and began to fumble for her iPhone.

“Bitch, just be.” The voices of blue jay and squirrel reverberated in her head.

Just be. And they all went their ways.