What’s Wrong?

Once upon a nice fall morn
I pack some pickles, beans, sweet corn,
And also grapes (a whole big bunch)
In a basket for my lunch.

I grab a book, a blanket, too,
Put on my socks, put on each shoe,
Walk out the door, and shut it tight.
Something doesn’t feel quite right.

I look up at the orange sky,
Geese in a J shape, flying by.
A bright green cardinal chirps a song.
Still something seems a little wrong.

I set out upon my stroll,
Walk upon a wooded knoll,
Through autumn leaves in shades of green,
Purple, blue, and in between.

Bees around me zip and zoom,
Pollinating each mushroom.
Turtles leap from tree to tree.
There’s nothing strange that I can see.

I spot a patch of nice red grass.
I spread my blanket, but alas!
Now, at last, I know what’s wrong.
I didn’t bring the food along!