Lorraine Caputo, Autumn Night
Acorns Falling on Our Heads
Jim Tilley
This would be good news if you were a squirrel
and the work of shaking them loose
was kindly being done on your behalf.
But you’re more like Chicken Little,
who’s frantic over those fallen bits of sky,
the world around you tumbling down.
And yet, you want those acorns to keep falling
for the little good they might do if they land
on enough heads, knocking some sense
into those who keep sowing their bad seeds.
Jim Tilley
This would be good news if you were a squirrel
and the work of shaking them loose
was kindly being done on your behalf.
But you’re more like Chicken Little,
who’s frantic over those fallen bits of sky,
the world around you tumbling down.
And yet, you want those acorns to keep falling
for the little good they might do if they land
on enough heads, knocking some sense
into those who keep sowing their bad seeds.