The Last Acorn
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Dear soil of the Earth,
please hide me. I'm the last one left!
I repeat once more, the last one left!
I have no legs to crawl and hide.
And I'm so easy to spot when I fall.
Squirrels with perked-up whiskers
pick up my scent. I'm a perennial
favorite of theirs, you see. I'm a snack...
they enjoy munching on. Or perhaps
more than a snack? Aren't I all they eat?
Let there be a gale so I'll be blown
far out of sight. I'm target no. 1!
Let there be a raging flood to
wash me away. Why do I always feel like
a sitting duck? God willing, I'll grow
into an oak tree before a squirrel finds me!
I hate feeling the sharp teeth of a rodent
digging into me. Oh, the anxiety! The horror!
The dreadful anticipation! What the hell
makes me so edible anyway? I have no taste!
Submitted for....
The Last 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date written: 12/02/2020
Date originally written: 04/18/2020
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2020
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