The shedding season nears
acorns drop,
bombardiers slice the air
and leaves
rooftop thud and gutter clang
the autumn alarm sounds,
vaults valleys,
winds forests,
races ridges
reaches the ears
of brother bear,
bulk up!
he hears
begins his rounds
on well worn paths
trod down for years,
for generations
to the old oak tree
in my front yard,
eats his fill
leaves his regards,
and heads back up the hill
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