The Red, orange, yellow leaves
Crunch under my bare feet
The autumn glow shines on the tree bark
The call of a distant lark
And then I feel something squish below
A brown sticky substance on my feet does it go
What is that? I wonder aloud
It’s a pile of squirrel poop, large and round
It came out of a squirrel’s bottom
Yucky, smelly, stinky, and rotten
And now I am stuck with it on my foot but ...