Charles E. Burchfield in The Drawings of Charles Burchfield, 1968.

Based on the memory of a visit to my grandmother’s home in the country. At late twilight flying squirrels, who spent the daylight hours in the attic of the house, would come out one by one, fly to the base of the pine tree, scramble to the top, and then glide to a woods nearby. We—my sister and I—would count them as they came.

Written in c. 1965 by Charles E. Burchfield for The Drawings of Charles Burchfield, New York: Frederick A. Praeger in association with The Drawing Society, 1968.