Tap, tap, tap, tsh.
another damn pine cone haphazardly
falls under the only tree left
unclimbed by children:
limbs too high and gluey resin unwashable.
Fibonacci fish scales overlap,
ending in barbs too prickly to pick up,
These unsightly, wooden eggs function
as a hygrometers, the scales closing when moist,
like a demonic, earthy flower: hydrophobic
The puffy strobilus is a feminine
fortress protecting ovules
Conifers: only good for crafts and Christmas;
hard to pick up, hard to toss, and hard to rake—
I hate pine cones.