Acorn Love

By Fruits   

gathering acorns for the snowy winter
ahead, a black squirrel rather than red,
solid brown eyes focusing while
winking ahead
hind legs flying
taking that leap
through the air landing
balancing like a trapeze artist
metallic golden leaves lighting
the way a trail of fire colors
red orange yellow and gray
running up the trunk
tiny hands to hold and carry
it's next winter's nut
balancing between its' paws tail rutters
serving as a sail

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This poem was written one snowy night after a spring storm and witnessing a squirrel in sight.