A Talk With A Tree

Through your bald branches I see an open skylight Have you ever decided to shut up shop? To fly to Chile, Siberia, or Leamington Spa? Be a tree of a different leaf? What does morning sound like, to a tree? All those chattering birds, Those moaning winds Lovesick foxes and grunting grumpy badgers Will a house inherit your roots? Like a goldfish trapped in a bowl You're chained to your birth spot Walkers in hobnailed boots Trample your porch Lovers etch names in your sides Scallywag hares for neighbours Mushrooms for tenants It's April. Soon you'll be dressed In your elfin negligee What's that? No comment? In summer you'll flaunt your skirts Like the flare of flamenco I applaud you tree, Olé