Tuesday, April 07, 2015

A Bowl of Walnuts – v2

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

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