poem

The tree was pulled down and the birds lamented over its dead body.
But hang on; birds don’t lament.
Maybe a dove sounds like it’s lamenting but it just wants to mate.
Birds hanging around a fallen tree are looking for something to eat.
The thing is like a cafeteria, what with its bugs and fruit and so forth.
You and I might lament a little because that’s what we do.
More likely, though, we’re the ones that pulled it down.
Believe me, if birds lamented fallen trees, they’d be a sad bunch.
If only from all those Christmas tree lots.

for Saturday Mix

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