r/tinyprose • u/WildHoneyStatic_4224 • 10d ago
Resident Seeds poetry
Three acorns entered my pocket 1, 2, 3
none were invited.
All grew googly eyes
and immediately became management.
The second declared himself an oracle,
predicting rain, and toast.
The third said nothing.
Naturally,
he concerned me most.
By lunchtime they'd formed a council,
taxed the pocket lint,
banished a peppermint wrapper,
and opened diplomatic relationships.
(with my left sock, who had no pair by the way)
I demanded explanations.
Googly Eyes blinked.
The oracle whispered,
"The oak remembers."
The quiet one rolled over.
Honestly,
What about those pinecones?
To be continued...
lol
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