Pining for peanuts
praying for the nuts
begging for them, urgently,
a gray squirrel by our porch
pitch a peanut, watch his
scurry
race to it, dart away, to a
few feet of safety
over and over again, till we
had no more
walnuts, from outside the
shells
prepared and offered
no, they weren’t accepted as
is
they must be presented,
given with more flare
a plastic bowl, if you
please
so they wouldn’t get dirty
while they are eaten
on the wet cold ground
Great, a very particular
squirrel;
uh, stick with peanuts!
edited April 7, 2015
A Bowl of Walnuts – v2
September 3, 2006 16:07
A Bowl of Walnuts
All of my
poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights
reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
See all 36,870+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
No comments:
Post a Comment