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.