Giant step

I hear the scurry of scampering squirrel. At light's edge, it stops. The new streetlight illumines my lawn with a soft pink wash. (A passing jogger scrambles gravel.) The squirrel, eyes resting, full tail arched, forwards a sampling paw. Silence.... Finally, advancing to center, he stands in full light. Can I?

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