Squirrels remind me of a man I loved, who with rope and spike mimicked them climbing trees and swinging limb from limb. “They are my brothers” he said. Came home crying one day because he crushed a nest, killed babies, when he felled an oak. I stop to watch a tree man work today. High in the air he swings in chain saw ballet. As I watch him cut,climb leap from limb to limb, my young life returns to me. I see my love without a net fearless and free against the sky.