My friend the squirrel comes over and climb on the tall branch and stares at me with his big black eyes.I rush to the kitchen to grab some pistachios from the fridge and throw them at him.Today he came practically right up to me,grabbed one and went back to his perch, holding the nut and chewing it carefully, filling his cheeks. When he bounces from branch to branch, dry leaves fall, caught by papyrus plant or other bushes.It is autumn. I kept these apple leaves because I knew that they would make a poetic picture of fall.they seem to dance, a little sad, losing their brightness.
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