Acorns

Snap crack the hard Pebbled acorns ricochet As if thrown by invisible Hands of nature’s forces Some fall straight Others propel with Unjust uncertainty and Deliverance passerby Pegged and peppered Squirrels intent on Getting their winter Food source fulfilled Scurry around burying The acorns in Potted plants, piles of Leaves or any such Hiding spot I often wander how They remember where Each and every Hidey hole is? Such is wildlife Trials and tribulations