Squirrelled away for me

In my most favourite tree,

Stashes of nosh nutty—

From enormous to wee—

Elicit feels of glee

From self on bended knee

As love is oft funny

Twixt nibbler and nibblee

When stash of nature’s free

Leads heart to jumpily

Ready for energy,

Seeking seeds happily

By ghazal’s melody

Minding acornily. ; )