Acorn

As I was headed home, a squirrel Passed me going south. I noticed him because he had An acorn in his mouth. Since winter’s not approaching, I am curious to know If squirrels still amass a stash For when supplies run low. Or was that nut for dinner From his daily market run? Or a late addition to a meal His family’d just begun? I have no way to ascertain What’s stored within his nest So, like many other mysteries, I’ll give this one a rest.

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Mike Bayles

Date: 4/5/2024 8:19:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this delightful poem. It is a wonderful portrayal of these wonderful creatures and a personification. A fav.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 4/4/2024 5:38:00 PM

Dear Ilene, your poem beautifully captures the curiosity and wonder sparked by a simple encounter with nature. The imagery of the squirrel with an acorn in its mouth prompts reflections on the intricacies of animal behavior and seasonal patterns. I loved your contemplation on the squirrel's intentions and the mysteries of nature resonates deeply. Sometimes, it's the unanswered questions that add to the beauty of the world around us. This was thoughtful and evocative piece. - Blessings, Daniel

Jan Allison

Date: 4/4/2024 1:07:00 PM

what a charming poem Ilene, perhaps it was a male squirrel going to take food to his lady love as she is looking after the baby squirrels - who knows! I love poems about squirrels as we do not have any on our little Island. Was it a red or grey squirrel I wonder? hugs Jan xx

Jan Allison
Date: 4/4/2024 1:35:00 PM

ooh i have never seen black ones! hugs jan xx

Ilene Bauer
Date: 4/4/2024 1:25:00 PM

Hey Jan! Around here, we mostly have gray squirrels, with an occasional black one making an appearance. It always amuses me to see tourists taking pictures of them - I guess lots of places don’t have them.