Mixed Nuts
A haiku

Squirrels in attic roll acorns across the floor, craziness ensues.
Based on my true-life experience over the last few years, these critters have impeccable timing. On days when I am so weary from everything else that life has heaped on my plate, I crawl into my bed and just long to sleep. My nerves are already fraught. As I am (finally) starting to drift off, my ear will inevitably catch the unmistakable sound of the acorns — rolling. Sometimes in the early morning hours, I am awoken by them, too. It’s utterly exasperating.
In my mind, I imagine that they have set-up a miniature bowling alley in the attic, directly above my bedroom. I don’t track it on my calendar, but they must be assembling for their regular league play.





