the cabin in the hood

as cozy as can be, tucked away shucking at his nuts, a hibernating squirrel is squatting near a cabin in your hood.  while residing on the bayside of a weary willow tree, a wayward wind whips debris across the hostile terrain below.   the muffling cover of snowfall tries to keep the sound of a vinyl record down.   but from the trembling treble to the bass in the trunk, the roots that dig still possess the funk.  branching out to pimp-grip an acorn cane, this squirrelly fellow drapes his fur with the kind of attire that is made to expire come spring time.  as the chatter of chestnuts roast over an open fire, he snuggles up to a stained glass window.  and through this array of color and sound he fantasizes about the future, admiring a beauty unseen through a thick frosty glass...

...this is a photo compilation of a "cabin" in a northern hood of chicago for which i reside with my soul panther, Sir Dignan the III...