a joiku for the squirrel who’s been living just above my windowsill since he was a young one
old friend squirrel
I reach for my water glass
you barely blink an eye
experiencing this, now... instinctuality • immediacy • the felt sense • deep listening • the awakened eye
a joiku for the squirrel who’s been living just above my windowsill since he was a young one
old friend squirrel
I reach for my water glass
you barely blink an eye
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