Good Life

A Fitting Title

It’s five AM and the middle of my shift.

I glance outside at the slightest movement.

A squirrel is crossing the front sidewalk.

Both arms full so his gait is a hop.

The birds are awake and loudly chirping.

The bats have left and taken their warning.

The sky is becoming a brilliant navy blue.

I thought the squirrel had gone but now there are two.

A chubby field mouse darts across the road, full and content and heading for home.

It seems that nature is a mother who never sleeps.

Therefore her title is quite fitting and one she should keep.