Morning Squirrel

This morning I saw a squirrel outside from my bathroom window. The squirrel cautiously climbed up the telephone poll, eventually reaching the top. It stayed up there, thinking like it was the king of the hill or something. It scratched it's tiny head, wondering what to do. It decided to jump to another pole right next to it, a pole that reached higher than the first one. It started to climb, and then suddenly decided to go down another diagnol pole. Perhaps it thought it wasn't worth it, he was king of the first pole, and that was good enough.