Red Leathery Orbs

red leathery orbs
         hang from bending bows, arcing
down to miss the ground.

many Marses set off by
        blue, cloudless firmament, hovering
darkness ‘yond perception.

jewels within
        huddle patiently,
primed to burst.

skins chewed, teeth scraps dig
         unsightly holes deep inside:
squirrels are a pain!