Tree
Not materialistic, simple,
that's what I strive to be:
a piece of rural furniture,
a tree.
I stroll out into a field
and stand still as a hypnotised alpaca,
like a scarecrow dressed
by Giorgio all' Asda,
so sweet birdlings
and other tiny tweety things
can rest awhile,
nest awhile in the departure
lounge of my whiskers,
a hop on pop off stopover
on their flight to Gran Canaria.
I breathe in CO2 through my leaves,
take my energy from the sun.
I AM TREE NOW!
I AM FREE NOW!
Keep dogs on leads.
No barbecues.
Please take your rubbish
home with you.
B.R. 20.04.23
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