poem of the day November 12 

A perfect red apple

lay in the middle of the road

It had fallen from a tree that

usually was full of an apple bounty

but this year the tree had only this one fruit

I drove by it for a couple of weeks

amazed that a deer had not eaten the feast

Finally I stopped and picked the apple up

When I did, I flashed on Snow White

I felt evil was somewhere very close around

yet I shook off the thought and made my way home

Then I brought in the apple and put it on my shelf

to eat it later when I was alone with myself

but before I did I came down with the chills

and began to feel really super ill

I had a fever, chills, and sweats 

For four days I suffered through a flu like haze

and  I needed to do something to be saved

Then I remember the apple and what it might mean

Everything was crazy just like a dream

I knew then that I needed to put the apple back

so my wife drove it back and placed it where it had been

And i am feeling somewhat better, but also wondering what

might have happened if I had eaten the evil fruit