Sky, this sky is the same colour as the squirrel. The clouds are racing towards the coast and the early morning sun casts the winter trees in snarling silhouette. Leaping along the fence he clears the ivy in one bound and races uphill towards the honeysuckle. Into the wood, out the other side, lunging behind the buddleja davidii that falls like an ocean wave on the lawn. Finally he re - appears mid - air, lands on the lime tree and disappears among the branches of the crown.
Squirrility
Sky, this sky is the same colour as the squirrel. The clouds are racing towards the coast and the early morning sun casts the winter trees in snarling silhouette. Leaping along the fence he clears the ivy in one bound and races uphill towards the honeysuckle. Into the wood, out the other side, lunging behind the buddleja davidii that falls like an ocean wave on the lawn. Finally he re - appears mid - air, lands on the lime tree and disappears among the branches of the crown.