Cornucopia
A swirling shell
That holds inside
Beauty and bounty
Under the guise
Of tart apples, sweet corn,
Juicy grapes, and zesty squash
Waiting for hungry visitors
To arrive and nosh
Leaves twirl downwards
Around the banquet
But people don’t come
They tend to forget
What true beauty and bounty
Is needed for life
It comes from loving nature
Not from arguments or a carving knife
Yet animals know better
They have long ago realized
That the harvest is special
And sacred in their eyes.
Squirrels and skunks carry
Mountains of nuts
To fill every creature’s
Thankful guts
Owls and mice
Put aside their instincts
To save room for sweet pumpkins
Brought by generous minks
Beavers assist too
Bringing spare logs from their dams
To light bonfires for cooking
Sweet and tasty orange yams
Birds from far away
Stop for a bite
To take a break
From their long flight
They gather and eat
Making use of any waste
And enjoy the day together
With no desire to haste
Though it may seem odd
To our closed off minds
But that only proves that we
Have always been blind
To true beauty and bounty
That the animals possess
It’s for this reason
Their cornucopia is blessed.
