They they were, the little buggers,
Clasping - whatever -
Acorns and whatnot -
Between tiny paws and SCAMPERING
Hither and -wherever.
Myself, I did a bit of foraging on
My own behalf. For I live
Amongst orchards, hemmed in by hedgerows
And there were blackberries.
I have no more words for this yellow day,
So what I have to say is here in