When Squirrel Collected Acorns

Today is number 28 of my 30-day poetry-writing spree and things are still going well.

Today’s offering involves happenings when a squirrel collects acorns from beneath an old oak tree. I will come back to add pictures later…

For now… I give you the poem…

When Squirrel Collected Acorns

Acorn after acorn loosened and fell
From branches of the old oak tree

Plopping to the ground like brown rain balls

The seeds landed in sight of a harvesting squirrel


Quicker than a flea could jump from fur

The squirrel began scooping scattered seeds

Stuffing acorn after acorn into its jaw

Pushing the seeds into its mouth with a paw


Eventually, all that could fit had fit—

Up the tree squirrel dashed to store his stash

When suddenly he felt an unexpected rash

Itching his skin—deep beneath his soft gray coat


Pausing to scratch the itch in his back

Scratching proved impossible because of where it was at

So he rubbed his back against gray tree bark

Summoning a million crickets to Yellow Stone Park

Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 28, 2013

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