Sitting in the driveway,
presuming the morning true.
THUD from behind me,
a small squirrel missed what it had leapt for.
I caught its aberrant carom off the cement.
Aerial artist, fearless daredevil, crafty nuisance
Stunned and grounded, it veered off like a drunk to the nearest bush for cover.
I went inside,
the day no longer
worth believing in.