Squirrels

It was a chilly morning as I headed out,
The wind blowing hard knocking trees about,
Trees were standing in their stripped nakedness,
Bared of their green leaves dress,
They were standing in funny manners and poses,
Their branches spreading with or opposes,
Nightmarish shapes, formations and silhouettes,
Moving in the wind spreading fear and threats,
A group of chubby squirrels were collecting goods,
Amongst the evergreens and bare woods,
“What is it you collect?” I asked a squirrel wondering,
Being careful not to interfere with his collecting,
“Well”, said the squirrel smiling wickedly-
“We specialize in collecting nuts”,
Quickly I was on my way, that is me –
Better safe than sorry,
xox
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