image from Hope at pinterest.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Outside the Pinecone Coffee Bar, dappled sunlight sifts through oak branches like powdered cinnamon. Beneath bark-striped awnings, two squirrels sit debating virtues of hazelnut cream~ claws tapping porcelain. One stirs her espresso with a twig so precise, the other debates nutmeg~ twice or just thrice? One sips with pinky raised, with dainty, pawful grace; the other gulps hers, prefers dark acorn roast. They chitter-chatter and lean towards one another, tails twitching over stolen scones, plotting the morning’s next heist: a sugar packet, and in which oak to nap in when the caffeine fades.
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
