It was large,
And it smelled of all nature.
Fragile leaves nesting on the ground.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, I hear.
Footsteps following me.
I jump up the damp tree trunk to hide.
But it wasn’t a human-
No, a small robin scrounging for food under the thick layer of leaves.
I jump down into a freshly fallen pile of leaves,
and they spew everywhere.
I see a small grey squirrel trying to gather the nuts fallen from the giving tree.
This tree was different:
This is why I love fall.
This is why,