Acorns

Today a mass of acorns

had fallen from on high

had sailed down from the mighty winds

that cometh from the sky

hiding in the crevices

gutters,drains and grassy places

putting Rex the collector

quietly through his paces

a crow was heard upon a tree

barking somewhat noisily

what are you doing

why do you bend?

collecting these apples

for a friend.?

they were meant to lie and be

a growing force into a tree

a sapling a willowy fawn

burnished by an Autumn yawn

to slowly grow into a tree

a place where crows just love to be