Plum Eater

Just coming back from deep in the wood,
Surprised by a sight; I ran fast as I could.
Upon reaching our hearth truth had to be spoke:
“I know what happened to your plum tree, dear,
On the hill over yonder I saw the culprit near.
Though this may sound funny, it is sure no joke.”

I caught a glimpse as I saw it scurry,
Short and brown, its four legs furry.
Bubbling at the mouth, needle teeth barred,
Many an orchard this creature had killed –
My death would be next, if only it willed.
It jumped to attack and now I too am scarred.

We fought ferocious with scream and growl,
It took all my plums; a pain just fowl.
That hurt was worse than its scratches and bites
Because with all my fury the pain was merely brief.
Alas, I killed the creature behind my stomach’s grief;
Now I too have the marks of nature’s squirrelly plights.

About gnarlyoak

"Nestled sporadically over great and endless knolls, devoid of life during dry summer months, the oak trees of Los Altos Hills – so numerous around my home – speak to me in an unheard language. Like any person I am the sum of my successes and failures but unlike the masses I have heard the language of the oaks – I found meaning in their forgotten voice." - Song of the Oak
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