Oak Traitor, poetry written by Woodbourne at Spillwords.com

Oak Traitor

Oak Traitor

written by: Michael Ball



Betrayed by an acorn,
let us mourn its ingratitude.

Scooping ripe and brown bunches
of quercus oak nuts off the ground
does not often lead to baby trees.
Brainless fruits in cupules
require much and offer no thanks.

They germinate best after overwintering
and being well washed by many rains.
Legless, still and vulnerable
acorns are prey for squirrels, ‘possums,
birds and wild pigs (where available).

Planting them in pots and tending the soil
surely deserve a reward.
From a tiny acorn…

In their ingratitude and
lack of self-preservation,
humble oak nuts differ little from humans.

Acorns have more excuse.

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