As I gazed out,
looking for a subject,
the Squirrel ran up,
paused, gnawing,
as if to say,
I'm posed. Draw me.
Two or three pencilstrokes later,
the Squirrel had zipped away,
leaving me to fill in the details.
Squirrel thought,
I did my part! Moving on!

Pencil. Gently overlaid wth pixelated hues.
From the sketchbook, 2012 Aug 27.