The blogs are her acorns

Night has fallen.
In her cavity nest,
she arises and wrinkles her nose.
Her expert eyes scan the unknown.
Hungry and ready.
she looks up to the moon for just over a second
then she hops and skips,
leaping from tree to tree.
Versatile and earnest
she bounces from find to find.
This one find does taste particularly pleasing tonight.
She grabs her price.
Efficiently she cracks it open
tests its quality and nods.
Its rock-hard shell is her candy.
Her lips tastes of hazelnuts
She spreads her wings
and jumps on the move again,
Flying Squirrel Girl.

Dedicated to Sweet Pea.  ;-) Yet again.