Ouch!

Assignment 2, an autumn poem without using cliches.

I’m under attack

From the front

And behind

From above

And below

Standing up

Sitting down

On my butt

On my head

In my jeans

In my bed.

Abundant ammo

Found everywhere.

Preparing an ambush.

Reinforcements come,

A small breeze that

Shakes the trees

Takes aim at innocent me…

 

Damn acorns keep fallin’

F**k you autumn!