A small squirell running on the garden wall. It's a lovely July morning, he is busy jumping to the branches of the bushes, nibbling. Fearless under the sun, living in his own world. I am watching him from my window. A tiny animal nevertheless, no impotance to anyone.

backwards and forwards
busy in his endless move-
beauty of nature

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