Pretty Hazel and Dashing Acorn
Run about, seeking their companion,
For the affection that is so motherly,
To lie in her arms that holds them tenderly.

They look everywhere and wag their way
To realms unseen by the mortal eye.
Still she is not there, her warmth not around.
They slump into thoughts so profound.

“Where are you?” they endlessly cry
As their eyes search every corner to see
Whom they deem worthy of their sight
Amongst everyone who are insignificant.

Sinking into their master’s pockets,
Peering from the heavy curtain’s pleats,
They continue with their search
As their determination loses its clench.

Perched from concealed heights
Thuddddddd !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! $

“Ahhh! What was that, Acorn?”
Coos a shrilled petrified female tone.

Acorn looks down and sees Hazel
Staring wide-eyed at the fallen angel

“Mary, how did you land here?”
Acorn squeals at the rising figure.

“Oh Little Ones, I was searching
For you two up in there, probing
Every nook and cranny
In the vicinity,”
She began saying with arms flying
In every direction like a bird on the wing.

“Alas! The ladder didn’t comply
And tumbling downwards went I, not lightly
As the sky that spews the morning dew
But harder than hailstones from heavenly blue.”

Pretty Hazel and Dashing Acorn are amused
To see their companion totally maddened
Because she tries more than she is able to do
For them, but she forgets to take the cue
That she belongs to the sect of puny mortals
Who is no match for two mighty squirrels.