Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

The Lost Acorn

I see them
with their heads down
and their tails up
gathering nuts for the winter.
They are always working,
always moving,
hopping with purpose
from one branch to another.
There is no time to stop
and sit,
and worry.
No time to reflect
the lost acorn,
or stolen twig.
Each day is another day
of preparation for
what
is to come.
Each day
is another chance
to survive.