if autumn:
The squirrel leaps among the branches,
each nut buried in its cache.

while not winter:
It sifts through windblown leaves,
hunts for forgotten acorns,
retrieves what was lost.
The squirrel debugs autumn,
patches what the wind has scattered,
and tries again.

else:
The earth sleeps beneath snow.
The squirrel curls in its nest,
waiting for spring’s patch,
a quiet reboot of life.

for acorn in cache:
The squirrel writes code in its dreams.
Each acorn,
a hope waiting to compile.