Squirrel

The difficulty lies not so much in developing new ideas as in escaping from the old ones.

John Kynes

Searching for nuts in the woods

Quick, quick quick i run as fast as i can

Under the watchful eye of the sun

Intent on gathering as many as i can

Rushing as fast as i can

Raiding the forest floor bare before

Evening comes and i cannot see the nuts

Lying on the ground for its dark.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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