Never Trust a Nut
Carried high above the trees the nut slipped from the moral grip of a bird’s beak.
whooish if fell
clunck- pop it hit
and landed between to two ancient bricks
the little nut prayed a little nuts prayer
to the wall that cradled and held him there.
My Savior, my savior
your bells has god’s grace
your walls high and thick
let me stay in this place.
Protect me and keep me
from the fat ground below
from the fallen leaves and the harbinger hoe
I vow to you, please spare me this doom
and content until death
I shall live in this room.
Moved by compassion
he decided OK
where he has fallen
the young nut can stay.
In a short time the nut split in two
his roots snaked the walls
and weakened it glue.
His shoots shot right out of that little hole
and covered the bell who’s praises he tolled.
The nuts twisted roots grew thicker and tore
at each ancient stone from the wall where it bore.
Stricken with grief
the wall bewailed it’s state
and soon fell apart
for it was too late.
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