Scrat

The lengthening shadows rule  
now that summer is gone  
and autumn plays the weather fool  
as raindrops soon respawn.
 
There's a streak of cold in the breeze  
as squirrels gather nuts  
to stash them in the drowsy trees
for nibbles into gluts.  
 
Though winter might not be so bad  
the nut fat must be packed  
under the fur by which they're clad  
as peanut heaps are smacked...
 
smacked by a constant nervous chew  
reducing nuts to paste...
so quickly, that for me and you,
would leave no time for taste!