I
watched a squirrel and a sparrow
play a friendly game of tag last Thursday
in Washington Circle. The squirrel ran
play a friendly game of tag last Thursday
in Washington Circle. The squirrel ran
a
zig-zag pattern across the green,
trying
to evade the sparrow –
but the sparrow compensated for the zig-zag
by flying up on the zig and back down on the zag,
lightly pecking the squirrel on each descent --
I looked at the lady next to me,
waiting for the green light to cross.
“Did you see that?" She smiled. She laughed.
“Yes! I saw it! They were having some fun.”
We crossed on green and our paths diverged.
She zigged. I zagged.
but the sparrow compensated for the zig-zag
by flying up on the zig and back down on the zag,
lightly pecking the squirrel on each descent --
I looked at the lady next to me,
waiting for the green light to cross.
“Did you see that?" She smiled. She laughed.
“Yes! I saw it! They were having some fun.”
We crossed on green and our paths diverged.
She zigged. I zagged.
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