Acorn Plops
An acorn plopped down from a tree
And hit the deck right next to me.
It joined some others waiting for
A stronger breeze to drop some more.
It almost bounced upon my head;
I'm glad it found the porch instead
For it came down with so much force
I'd have a bump, but it changed course.
The squirrels must be set to dash
And round these up for winter's stash.
I sit outside, relax and wait
As acorn plops reverberate.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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