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Acorns Are My Life
I make my home in an old, gnarled oak tree, well, that is where I was born and I never left; it is a woodpecker hole- mother made the nest, I had seven siblings but they are all gone; and mother left too . . . I am not sure why. I spend my daylight hours collecting acorns, they are plentiful under my oak tree; sometimes, I bury them which is very silly, because I never remember where they are; but most of them I bring into my nest. Somehow, I seem to know that I need to, for the winter is coming and it will be cold; there will be snow covering the ground, and no food to be found- except in my nest; so, I collect acorns all summer and fall. The days and nights are freezing cold, but, I am warm and cozy in my nest of acorns; happily I eat and peak out for a view sometimes, then, I curl up for a long, long, long snooze; and so it goes . . . all the winter long. One day I reach for my acorn pile, and to my alarm there is only one acorn left; THE LAST ACORN . . . oh gosh what now, I stick my head outside and feel the sun; it is Spring and I rush down my tree. _________________________ April 26, 2020 Poetry/Personification/Acorns Are My Life Copyright Protected, ID 20-1246-600-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
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