Squirrel and Hiram

Peering out my kitchen window
I observe a squirrel
perched on the ground

Head down
back arched
tail high in the air

Still as a statue

But I know she isn't a statue
she's concentrating
totally absorbed in her job

Burrowing a hole
to bury a nut
I presume

The ground is ripe
for digging
it rained last night

A few moments later
she raises her head
tail twitches

Job complete

She scampers
to the giant scarlet oak
whom I have named Hiram