up the hill

I’m listening to a song, that’s captured my mood. What’s the singer saying? If it knew, I’d sing along. but the slurry words elude. It’s an artistic choice, I suppose, and I don’t require deeper meanings. A squirrel stands defiantly in the middle of the path, A tiny, furry-tailed, usurper - quite out of the routine. “Hello fluffy rodent,” I baby-sing, as it watches me, “What an odd meeting, are you hoping for a feeding?” I try to pass but it jittery-scampers and cuts me off. "I have a test, get out of the way, you crazy nut-thief” I glance at my watch; l might really be late to lab. So, I leave the path to the possibly rabid rat. if it comes at me, on-God, I swear I’ll kick it, launch it ballistically into the evergreen thicket. How I long for a coffee, hot and sweet, or a sandwich and salty chips - that would be nice - but then I would be late for class. I sigh in defeat. It started to drizzle. This afternoon will be miserable. . . Songs for this: Out of Myself by Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestra Jettin' by Digable Planets . Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December! daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_15.mp3