Vole and Trees Were In the Know

Maples were first at letting down their leaves they always go first actually. Sycamore and oak were a day later; both let them go satisfactorily. Their crispy waiting autumn leaves had been ripe for more than a little while, But if they did not let maple go first, there would be a frown, not a smile. Colorful eager leaves cascaded, sprinkled, floated, twisted, danced, and swirled. They were like exotic Romanian scarf dancers with bound legs unfurled. The pumpkins and squash sat rolling their jealous uncaring eyes. They were always in perpetual grumpy moods. No big surprise! A spider began making her way toward the barn gate. The knowing farmer tried to stop her, but he was too late. Her intricate web was already up, as fancy as any lace cloth. A delicate piece of pure danger for any insect she caught. From the house wafted delicious pumpkin spice and cinnamon smells Perky pink nose from leaf pile turned west as by magic spells. Vole friend warned the mouse, I would not go in there. No way. The cat had an early lunch, and the mouse learned the hard way. Written 9-9-2020 Contest Autumn Fall Rhyme Challenge Sponsor: Tania Kitchin