October, Two thousand and fifteen.
Beneath our spreading oak.
(Strategy 1)
Eat an acorn; bury one.
Eat an acorn;
bury one.
Eat an acorn;
bury one.
Eat an acorn;
bury one.
Eat an acorn;
bury one.
Eat an acorn;
bury one.
(Strategy 2) Scamper Up
to the (tippy) tree- top ….
and there make (!) Mis-chief (!@!@1@1)
so that acorns rain down
upon the freshly-swept deck
right above where the Nice Man (thy chronicler,
O fellow creature
here below)
is trying to
read his special interesting
big book,
beneath the spreading oak ...
beneath the spreading oak ...
…
Fortunately
I am wearing my Magic Hat,
and acorns
cannot harm me.
(! WOW !! That was close, tho.)
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