FUD - another short poem

in #poetry7 years ago

Some of the squirrels had massive hoards

Of unripe acorns gathered in early April :

I felt the pangs of hunger in late summer, fearing winter,

Deaf to the thud of fruit falling all around me.

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They can (and do) always come by my house to share my dog's kibble! Good one Buddy!

Thank you, and thank you for dropping by!

Brilliant, sir! :)