Observation

I took a drive in the country today
and came across a deserted farmhouse
its storm door was swinging in the wind
voicing the frustration of its disuse
in the grating sound of wood on wood
every time it slammed again…

I see a squirrel scampering
across the overgrown lawn
timidly approaching the open door

then a gust of wind
makes the door slam yet again
and the squirrel, in fear
runs for the height of the closest tree

yet I notice that he never drops
the acorn found
that will sustain him
through the winter's storms

but sadly, the house remains
deserted…

? Michaelette ?

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