Prelude to December

I’ve never seen squirrels busier
Than they were today,
Scrounging winter groceries
To hoard and hide away.
And flocks of geese, majestic
In autumn V formation,
Honked, were specks, then vanished
Toward a southern destination.
Mother, noting squirrels and geese
And dried leaves blown about,
Baked a loaf of tender bread
And locked the chill winds out.