Nature Calling
Gliding towards the abandoned woodpecker hole, fur on my back whizzing and black eyes wide. Shortly
before, I had awoken from my long nap, and found the cold night air creeping through the tree, where I lay,
asleep. I approached the open hole, to find the other flying squirrels of my kind, huddled up and completing
their final minutes of rest before waking up. I must have made quite a stir in my landing that the abrupt
loudness had awoken one.
Hello, the one greeted me.
May I stay here for the winter?
Of course, there are only nine here, the owls and hawks must be having a good season, for there are
usually twenty. The one went to lie down but stopped in its' tracks.
Did you hear that? There was a quick, sharp rustle of wings outside of the hole. Instinct had struck me and
I prepared to take off, sizing up a near by tree and configuring the range and direction. But the one had
stopped me a second before I began to glide.
I explained myself Hawk and then the rest had awoken, alarmed and threatened. Someone had let out a shrill squeal.
Then everything was in a blur, the hawk was attacking our home for the winter. Many scurried around and
began to panic. Everything had taken place too quickly and then…
I had awaken in a strange tree, surprisingly safe and away from harm and I began to think, how could life
be lived any other way? I haven't the slightest clue, even though I'm the curious type, I have no desire to find out.
