Sense Sonnet - Acher

 A Meal Appeal

This nut just knew that I would be

An easy target to aim at,

After I fell out of my tree,

Bare ground now my new habitat.

I know this is Mom Nature's way

That some of us nuts be consumed.

And so I just wait for that day

When ill fate comes, and I be doomed.

I did not have too long to wait,

Might as well accept it because

Toward me comes my bushy tailed fate,

And grabs me 'twixt and 'tween both paws.

Maybe this squirrel will throw me back,

Cuz I am one hard nut to crack.