crab apple year

I wait for Disney World in the back yard. Squirrels, coyotes, fox, raccoons, the occasion possum. Everyone eats crab apples.

It's a crab apple year
They don't come often
Now.
Who will come
To dine?
I set up the chair
In the kitchen,
Binoculars
In hand.
Crab apple years
Don't come often
Enough.
Everyone
Eats crab apples.