Falling Back by Susan Denning About Susan Denning Susan Denning Falling Back Trees abandon their leaves like women stepping out of high heels.
Birds consider leaving it all behind.
I heard once that squirrels don't bury nuts for themselves, they bury them for squirrels everywhere, digging them up later only by chance. What looks like careful planning is only good public relations. Some days I'm Fred, sitting at the counter drinking it black, while I wait for the waitress with the penciled eyebrows to finish her shift and come home with me. Most days I'm just me, watching the clouds promote their ad campaign for rain. I applaud their resolve, as they gather and disperse like a convention of door to door salesmen.