Acornocopia

An acorn snaps and cracks beneath my sandal,
the sound ignored by flower-munching deer.
The driveway is a messy, shameless scandal
of leaves and acorns; not a spot is clear.

My neighbor waves. She has a new leaf blower,
electric, from the sound of it, but still…
Ugh, wish I had a real gas one to show her,
Wait till she gets that new electric bill.

Across the street, their skeleton is bigger.
It looks as if it climbed out of a bog,
and chuckles with a ridiculing snigger
whenever I walk by to walk the dog.

I'll show them who's the real country bumpkin.
We're going to have to get a bigger pumpkin.

Author notes: image generated by Gemini