(There's nothing wrong with this poem, per se. I just didn't think that the imagery was particularly evocative and knew that I could do better...so I wrote another one. Anyhow, here it is:)
Title: Autumn Errands
I'm called many names by the people beneath:
Explorer and acrobat, gossip, and thief---
But my own reputation's of little import;
I've no time for dallying, chatting, or sport.
See the leaves on the ground? Feel the nip in the air?
There's food to be gathered, and no time to spare!
Scurry up, scurry down, scurry left, scurry right,
Down the tree, up the tree, home for the night.