Leaf Series 1, 2005
They scurry around like bandits this time of year,
gathering all the acorns they can carry,
but leaving just enough for you to trip on.
They stash them in the nooks of trees
and bury them in the flower pots
so that next spring you'll find little oaks
popping up everywhere.
They run behind you when you turn away
and gambol on the lawn
And race along the tops of fences
and chase each other up and down the trunks of trees
and tease the dog.
And when they get so caught up in their work
that they unexpectedly find themselves toe to toe with you
they look up, as if to say "What?"
Then they run again.
The yard is theirs this time of year, these squirrels.
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