Cheeky"s Pub

I cannot help but notice the many acorns dropped this fall from countless oaks as I walk the roads by the cabin. And one day it got me to thinking.



Cheeky's Pub


Clusters of split acorns -
like shelled peanuts beneath barstools -
litter the roadway,

conjure visions of squirrels gathering
over a brewski to watch football

on high-def TV, miniaturized
by the edge of the pavement.

A neat line of dry pine needles
abuts the overgrown grass,

and who's to say a wee barkeep
didn't sweep them all into place
an hour before the game's first pass?



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor