Among Ancient Oaks
How
quickly
they scurry
each November
among ancient oaks.
Jaws holding the treasures
they hoard in domestic holes.
Flicking bushy tails while finding
acorns and cones in woodland delis.
November 7, 2022
A November Nonet Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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