No sun; just gray.

My kind of beauty.

Happiness and blue skies trapped behind a veil of truth.

Packed a new bowl since the bedtime leftovers feedeth not the daily quota.

Squirrels are taking advantage of rainfall’s Earth for ease in storing sustenance for the week of winter we’ll get slammed with sometime around early March.

I’ve seen snow in April, but I’m old.

There are days when these creatures will come within three feet of me to handle business.

But I’ve heard their kind are slowly developing a taste for the flesh of their woodland neighbors…

Evolution: nothing wants to die, and humans killed all things green; save money

Can you imagine the zombie apocalypse, but squirrels?

Also, can you imagine hacking a lung, nearly soiling yourself, and getting a foot cramp simultaneously?

That’s what it must feel like opening the mailbox and remembering you’re on the White House holiday card mailing list.

Life becomes sticky, broke, and confused with a simple “Merry X-mas”.

The way it was meant to be.

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.

Someone tell Bee I said hello.

Poon.

It’s a photo-finish between zombie squirrel # 2, spirit trees, and covfefe.

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