Early Friday Morning with Zeke

It is a dark Friday morning. The squeaky noises and chirping are Zeke wanting to go out. It is dark with a chill in the air, but he does not care. He looks forward to the sunrise.




It is too early for the squirrels to be out, and I do not hear the birds either–just the sound of an airliner in the distance. . . .


There seems to be a change in the air. I sense that things may be changing around here in some way. I wonder what that change will be? Zeke wonders.


  1. Diavolo likes to be out for the sunrise too.
    I can testify that squirrels do not hibernate. They have been on my patio burying peanuts in my flower pots. So far Diavolo has failed to catch one in the act.


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