thursday, october 3, 18:40 cdt

all day
i've been able to hear acorns
hurtling from the oak tree outside my window

the squirrels are feasting
all several thousand of them

let us pray they never tire of nutmeats
and realize
what easy prey the soft, unsuspecting humans
all around them
would represent

maybe that's why hick towns have squirrel feeds
just to keep them mindful
of their place on the food chain.

tags: topics/poem

p1k3 / 2002 / 10 / 3