The hawk perched confidently on a branch, surveying its surroundings. A squirrel also stood on the same branch, scurrying to and fro. It darted so near its frantic movements almost brushed the hawk's magnificent golden-brown feathers. The proximity was startling, a testament to the squirrel's reckless nerve and the hawk's unyielding stillness. I'd first thought them friends, but it didn't take long to realize the squirrel was, in fact, taunting the hawk.