Five Years a Writer

In my Sunday afternoon writing group, this image was the prompt for our weekly writing task. Interestingly, some of us saw a squirrel where others (me included) saw a bunny. The picture inspired me to write this fable. “But who are you if you cannot burrow?” asked the bunny. “And who are you if you cannot fly?”, asked the bird. Both creatures were resting on the cold white snow, so recently fallen it was unmarked by humans’ grit or grime. They had come face to face, quite unexpectedly, these two quite different beings, though both quite beautiful. They had been surprised to see each other on that hillock of snow, but not shocked. While not yet old, they were wise enough to know that any day can bring surprise and joy or grief and sorrow or all those feelings in any combination. While the one hopped and the other flew, they both were part of their surroundings in a way that human animals rarely are. The bunny asked, “What is flying?” And the bird replied, “It is soar...