Found Poem

Slipping on
one of the work shoes
I leave on my deck,
I discovered
two hickory nuts.

No doubt,
the shamelessly
bold squirrel
who struts about
out there
as if he
owns the place
left them.

He will be
disappointed
when he returns,
but I am charmed
by his tiny offering.

Who knew
that in Tennessee
even squirrels
provide take out?
  - mce