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The Squirrels Of 2011
Autumn gave in to cold, and the leaves red and gold
made a brief but a dying display,
they fell deep in the night far from anyone's sight
and the trees left us nothing to say

came the wind with its freeze bringing life to its knees
through the branches now brittled and bare
blowed as silent as death as if God's held His breath,
but too early for life that lives there;

now the squirrel gives race to the colds deadly pace
gathering all they're able to find
that will help see them through what a winter can do
though it's sooner than comes to the mind.

Fall the snowflakes, off-white, from the air that's not right
all polluted by man's gift to man,
as a death never known from where autumn has flown
before Indian Summer began.

------
VeeBdosa
Fort Knox, KY


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