Attic

A short lyric poem

by James W. Spain, II


The acorns fall from
the mighty oak in my front yard.

Each fall providing months
of nourishment for the many

squirrels that gather near my
home only seeking refuge

from the cold winter
in my attic until the

summer heat sends them
their annual eviction notice.

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