Company

As if to greet the fall, today's weather was stormy

I grabbed the paper and my usual cup of coffee

Bogged down by the weight of ages, my curved self tiptoed to the stoep

As I adjusted my goggles, he jumped onto my lap

He is squi, the squirrel; you cannot call him my pet 

we are just eachother's company

Sometimes I wonder what is in me that keeps him entertained

I pat him, feed him and he just rests on me

As I fold my paper and keep the coffee cup down

He gets up and flies away, without wasting time of him and mine

Neither does he look back, nor do I call him to return

But we know, tomorrow at dawn, he will be on my lap, while I will be sipping my coffee

No matter what the weather is: dry, dusty or stormy,

We will meet; Because we are eachother's company