Thursday, September 07, 2006

Nearly Fall

Old squirrel's cuttin'
On a hickory nut
Up that tree
Just behind the house.
Sittin' here
I hear the constant
Crunch as he bites.

The cool of the night
Reminds him
And me
That leaves will be changin'
Birds'll soon fly
Nights grow colder
And quilts appear
On my bed
To comfort and warm.

Fall's a comin'
Nearly here.
Old friend, harvest buddy
Companion to the hunter.
Just wait,
Soon you'll be dancin'
Kickin' up the leaves
Doin' a promenade
In the fallen leaves.
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