What will I find?
Something shiny?
Something soft?
Something bright and colorful?
I have this acorn to give,
Or this pellet.
Will they accept,
my offering?
I scurry across their hard floor,
Filled with peanut shells.
The acorn in my mouth,
I set it down,
To taste the salt,
And onward I go,
What will I find?
Ah ha!
Here on the ledge,
Something shiny and flat,
Smooth and round,
Yet jagged.
I wonder if they will accept my acorn.