The Visitation
A brown squirrel out for a stroll on the fence
Outside my bedroom window looked in on me
We both paused a moment in timeless suspense
To regard each other understandingly
She came by to tell me I will be all right
This is how I understood her anyway
As she sat shining gold in the late spring light
She taught me to believe in magic today
And now I await an opossum tonight
To see what a night creature might have to say
+Steven Curtis Lance
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