Demonstrating my compassion for the darling squirrels
I spread my bright idea each week like golden pearls.
Tossing one kernel here
and one kernel there…
so was my inadvertent-corn born.
My landlord pauses outside my window and puzzles
while I duck my head inside and muzzle.
Examining one stalk here
and one stalk there…
so goes each inadvertent-corn morn.
The battle waged is renewed at each week’s end
as the landlord’s machine seeks and destroys again.
The mower runs here
the mower runs there…
so is my inadvertent-corn shorn.
Ears dance in fine silk beside squirrels in my dreams
while I toss and turn not knowing what it means.
Growing a nightmare here
and a nightmare there…
so haunts my inadvertent-corn porn.
©September 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne
*This is a true story, mostly. The pictures show the one that got away.
**For added fun try reading this poem out loud. It’s a tongue twister in places.