Black Squirrel I had not seen one in a very long time. Its color blurring its form and figure the most undefined of silhouettes the only shadow on a cloudy day a smoky cloud of fur trailed by the swishing tail of black flame gliding through the grass weaving through the bamboo stalks darting along the low wooden fence. In its dérive it leaps into the lilac tree. The mauve flowers are bright in the overcast palette and the boughs are wet and black from morning rain limbs hanging loosely with full blossoms weighted with the water and the matured petals the aura of the violet snowflakes in the still afternoon subdued vibrancy suspended in the courses of nature. It lands in the cosmic clouds of the lilac and its features focus to show clearly the legs and paws the lithe body long deft tail and the unmistakably squirrel head all brought into clarity within the purple petals balancing on the dark and crooked branch. The inscrutable mystery of an obvious outlier in a moment was made so clear in the midst of a complementary beauty. Crossing through the stillness of the gray landscape into brighter arms no less welcoming. Very noticeable. And totally at home.