While strolling in my garden this fine day I came across an unexpected visitor..
It wasn’t this squirrel storing up supplies for the coming winter…
And it wasn’t this pair of kinglets who stopped by for a drink and bath.
It wasn’t Tiger who drank the flavored water after they left..
Nor this spider who made a home in the rosemary..
The turtle stands daily, stone cold on the stream’s edge, so it was not him.
No. It was in the woodpile.
Where I found the visitor hiding.
How he got there I will never know. But I shall let him stay.