The Tree
“How very nautical of you,”
the popping jay described to the tree.
“Beautiful, simply exquisite.”
The tree ignored them.
“Perhaps you are not forthcoming due
to your
exceptionally
thick
bark.”
The tree ignored.
“What to get you to respond must I pursue?”
The tree.
“Upcry!” the jay popped.
“Don’t cry me this! You hurt them!
Destroy, refuse to save!”
The tree wants.
“No more, no more! They fly, will soar from here, haunted, hallowed!”
Screeched, the popping jay flew.
Gone, falling, sinking, wailing.
The tree cried.
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