Wet Envy

Wet Envy

It's been raining since last Thursday
coating cars and roads with wet October.

The first acorn finally fell
lost its grip and slipped
from dripping branches
to its cracked-head landing
on the neighbor's porch roof.

The tin-tang-scuttle-thump
startled me from the grey
that has washed away this week,
and I imagined hungry squirrels
in holly berry bickerings.

I envy them. Niceties are wearisome
in the onset of a winter chill.

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