The Best Part of Waking Up
by
Kenny A. Chaffin
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I found glistening squirrel guts smeared all over my concrete patio. I knew they were squirrel guts because…..well, let’s not get into that… Flies were buzzing in the morning sun and I could hear scratching, clawing, snuffling at the perimeter fences. Raccoons, skunks, possums I presumed and the feral cats from the neighbor’s houses. Shadows of hawks floated over the newly mown grass. Crows and ravens waited in the branches. I held the warm cup to my chest, inhaled deeply and smiled. After a moment, I closed the sliding glass door, turned, and refilled the cup with hot fresh Folgers.
Kenny A. Chaffin – 8/9/2017