Do you ever see wild animals?
Thereβs something magical about the moments we donβt planβthe ones that tiptoe into our everyday routines like quiet surprises. For me, those moments often come wrapped in fur, feathers, or the flick of a curious little tail.
I still remember one early morning when I stepped outside, half-awake, chasing the comfort of sunlight and fresh air. The world felt peaceful, like it was stretching after a long night. And then, just across the path, I spotted himβa tiny squirrel, bold as ever, standing upright as if guarding the kingdom of trees behind him.
He didnβt run.
He didnβt panic.
He just stared at me, long enough to make me wonder who was really observing whom.
Itβs funny how wild animals move through our spaces without making a fuss. A sparrow hopping closer than usual, a butterfly that insists on circling only you, or even a street dog who quietly decides youβre trustworthy. None of them are part of our dayβ¦ until suddenly they are.
And every time it happens, it feels like a gentle reminder:
the world isnβt just ours.
We share itβwith creatures who live by instinct, courage, and an effortless grace we often forget to appreciate.
I donβt go on safaris or deep forest adventures, but even in everyday corners, the wild finds a way to say hello. And honestly? Those brief encounters feel like tiny stories gifted by natureβunexpected, simple, and strangely comforting.
Do I see wild animals?
Yes.
Maybe not the roaring kind, but definitely the ones that whisper.
And every time they appear, my day becomes just a little more enchanted.
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