The Squirrel Forest
She laughs at the squirrel running
back and forth across her yard
frantically burying acorns in random
places. Will it ever remember
each spot so it can return in barren
winter to dig up that morsel?
She knows that in the spring
she will be pulling saplings from
her flower beds, left overs from
some hidden bounty. As she watches,
she wanders if it might have been squirrels
that planted the forest at the edge of her yard.
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I love a piece that makes me consider something I’ve never considered before–like what happens to those acorns that go undiscovered at a later date.
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