As An Acorn Falls

As An Acorn Falls

Sept 16, 2018

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Now it’s early in the morning

Just a bit of time past the beginning of dawn

Set myself up on the porch

Outside to listen to everything quiet

Like one bird squawks and one bird chirps

The dog licks her chops I don’t know why because

She didn’t eat or drink anything

She just came outside with me

Which is her thing to do, not much of anything

Unless you do like go for a walk or something

Otherwise she just looks at you with expectant eyes

Sometimes feels forlorn

Wishing something like going for that walk

Or getting food

I  don’t think she thinks much more than this

Thinking just a few things

But what do I know

She’s a critter and I am me.

So somewhere after dawn and before morning

Waking up around us

There’s orange light on the eastern horizon now

Sun coming up somewhere over after East

Which is where there’s a city and I earn money

A place I mostly leave as often as I can

So I can be out here and listen to acorns

Plummet from the oaks.

And I watch the orange glow of sunrise cast into the trees

Of the forest to my right, which is westward

And I sit out here and watch for bear

Over by the salt lick

And I hear the honk of a far away goose

Tickle the inside of my ear.

And at this time of year I set mouse traps

And they go snap snap snap

The mice ceaselessly fooled by the crust of bread

Sitting on the trigger, snap!

There’s always lots of mice in the fall

And if I snap up a lot of them they don’t breed all winter

And make nests in my spare clothing or in the toilet paper rolls

But you really got to set a lot of those traps

Cause there’s a lot of mice

Having feasted from the harvest of seeds and nuts

That good old summer brings their way.

And the dog gets up and moves to sit in the yard

To stare at the forest her ears pricked up

That’s something for her

But she comes back to the porch and lies right down again.

And a dragonfly lands on my head

And the flicker birds a couple of them make their crawwww cry crazy

And a chipmunk hops across the yard

And a couple of finches flutter on the pine tree

And the golden orange sun now turned yellow rises over the horizon.

The world goes from shadows

To gold and green and brown and blue

And a little wind picks up in the leaves

And the tops of the trees’ leaves do a little

Dance and stretch in the warm rays of light.

Which is why I come out here to the cabin

So I can breathe deep and suckle life

Morning in September

Crunch another acorn falls.