Prelude to December

By Florence Boutwell

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    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.