Little Autumn Brown Squirrel-
at this sycamore
tree up and down the acorn
trees scampering and
~
running and hiding
nuts while dodging cars on the
streets leaving tire
~
marks across his back
dropping those nut collected
his stomach he laid
~
dead as a door nail
nuts scattered all over ground
squirrel don't need now
10/18/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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