Squirrels Are Smarter Than You Think

The squirrels are getting fatter now, tho leaves are green, they know somehow. They sense the unseen cooler air, although we cannot feel it there, on sweaty skin; we long for Fall. It will come we know, after all the crickets are singing their song, and time tells us they can’t be wrong. Cold winds turning, they will come soon as Nature sings her special tune. Colors appeared, the leaves then turned, and nests were made just as they learned. The squirrels prepared, they did not wait, they stayed on track, tho Fall was late.