The Color of Elocution

So many introductions
to the season of Fall
from the splashy
vibrantly hued colors

of oranges, golds
yellows and reds

to burnt textures of
browns and bronze

as foliage processes death
into sleeping droughts
of winter nights

where each day temperatures
fade to cool breezes
sending all matter of life
scurrying
fluttering
down

atop objects stationary or
those moving
steadily onward

while the noise and chatter
of nature’s interlude
finds the quest
for food

in the eyes of the ever busy
squirrel who squirrels away
any nuts he can

to the ever noisy, never
complacent jay
I catch a glimpse of
high in the branches

of acorn tree boughs
apparently abundantly full
whilst he screeches
at the energetic
squirrel

always mindful these acorns
belong to him
the bountiful trees
his domain

trespassing bandits
will receive
a long and wrathful
scolding

such elocution this jay
but the squirrel
will not
be deterred

© October 2018 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Created as Art

Squirrel in Tree