Widgie's Dream

In Widgie's dream the park grass is wet and cold at 6am. The waking air is new with possibility. She looks up into tangled branches, but no squirrel in sight. Then, she sniffs down the recent visitors, finding her points to stop, scents of other critters all around. Flappy ducks, affable turtles, black birds and pigeons, sparrows and hummingbirds, very small mice skittering thru bushes, tiny lizards and insects sliding thru dirt to cooler shade. Widgie sees and smells it all, her nose is a third eye, she feels free in her dream to roam and wander over the park's low hills.