Prelude to December

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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.