I was up early to move my bikes. I noticed Mr. Squirrel sitting on the telephone wire directly over our street. I said "Good Morning". He didn't respond with his usual chatter.

I brought the old timer a little breakfast.

He turned to look at me with his signature grey whiskers. He seemed sad, indifferent. He wasn't interested in a little breakfast. And then I noticed...



He lost his significant other to the streets and somehow in his own animal way wanted to know "Why?" So he sat up there all morning in the still greyness waiting for the answer...