Ode to the walnut on the ledge of my house
March 10, 2022•83 words
Oh walnut perched on my house; the Easter egg of a squirrel's creation. You were hidden in plane sight by a clever squirrel with either no, or incredibly large amounts of imagination. You sat there in the cold and wind and snow. I wondered if you were forgotten or saved for last. Today I will never know, for you are gone. Were you the reward of a clever squirrel, or the prize of a lucky one? Farewell walnut you served your tree well.