Caterpillar, squirrel

I was mooching around the garden, under the dangling branches and amongst the longer grass. “Time for a tidy round,” I thought. I noticed a small green smudge on the horizon. As my head turned, it followed. I took off my glasses, and saw, on the inside of the lens, a small green caterpillar. I blew, and off he flew.

Later, I watched from my window as a squirrel leapt onto the grill of the barbecue. “How would he taste?” I wondered. The squirrel darted under the grill, and drank at the pooled rain.