From branch to branch,
Tree to tree
The critter leaps and crawls
Its eyes quick and searching,
Searching for an acorn among the leaves
To bring and bury home.
In the sky a brilliant blue
And the star’s light on the critter shines
Lighting the way.
But nothing can stop the fall.
A quick slip
But soft needles keep it safe
And provide a bed beneath.
It lies startled and dazed and then looks
up at the sight before it.
A tree of stone, its rings misshapen
As if piled one atop the other.
The critter gathers itself up
And runs up the nearest
Up and up to branches high
To continue its search
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