Tonight I Am Preparing for Winter

The last leaves dropping in the moonlight
fall like days
on our unsuspecting faces.
Noiseless winter crouches in the grass.

Wind blows somewhere through a long street;
lights in all the houses,
quiet.

And while I should be sleeping
I watch the squirrels who shake their heads at us,
except for one
who drops an acorn from his mouth

and moves closer.


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