Under dappled skies and autumn sun,
dwell woodland creatures having fun.
Squirrel rogues and berry thieves,
play hide and seek beneath the trees.
As the crisp chill settles on the breeze,
the wind whips chasing dancing leaves.
Yellows, reds and golden brown;
twisting, twirling, tumbling down.
A tireless eternal game,
they momentarily set the ground aflame.
Camouflaging foraged treasure,
a last conserve for colder weather.
On slender branches bending low,
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jewels of berries brightly glow.
Plucked and gathered fallen fruit,
mice conceal their cherished loot.
Cheeky squirrels run and leap,
preparing for their winters reap.
Shaking boughs until they drop,
gathering seeds then off they hop.
A mushroom marker to hide their stash,
no one to see the hidden cache,
except a spikey, snuffling friend,
who’s little paws will soon descend.
A worthwhile way to spend the day,
to find the riches squirrelled away.
