Chop and Caw
Chop at the roots
watch the birds scatter
chop at the roots
feel blood splatter
say goodbye to those
you hardly know
make them sorry
to see you go
uproot the tree
to set yourself free
rushing waters
swirling winds
shake leaves
like a gentle breeze
sturdy limbs sinewed fiber
swats the cawing crow
seeking refuge within
the tree's ear
Be gone
nefarious crow
Take thy deeds
and roost elsewhere
not here
not in my air
not that I care
who you disturb
blue skies swallow
you crow in ashen grey
rain dead embers upon you
leave you to gasp and wheeze
trampled under root
under boot
under tree
under me
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