Autumn

Well, once again, I am all alone here. Not as bored as last time though. Keeping busy mostly... doing homework and watching Star Wars movies. But while I was on here I thought I'd post a little poem I "wrote" yesterday. (I say "wrote" because I didn't write it down, just thought about it.) ... Except it wasn't precisely a poem, more just a thought. Well... yeah. Anyway, here it is.

Leaves whither

From the cold

But the tree, preoccupied

With it's own survival

Neglects them

Surrenders them

To their deaths

At the hands of nature

They whither, they fall,

Lifeless, to the ground

Their fallen bodies

Crunch underfoot.

Their corpses pile

On grass once green

And strangle it -

To be sure

A most gruesome

Way to die

But also, perhaps,

An unasked for mercy

To be strangled with many

Rather than to freeze alone.