rapid eye movement
trees speak in your sleep
like those three dogs
chained up down the street
scratching at the aluminum fence
and digging holes in
all the wrong places
trees speak in your sleep
using the wind and
birds and insects as carriers
scratching out memos
and pontificating about the evils
of the new world order
trees speak in your sleep
sharing secrets from the shire
hosting a murder of crows
gathering above the creek
whispering incessantly
fearing you may awaken
december two thousand sixteen
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Ah, this!
oh thank you!
Dude, this is excellent.
thank you, friend.
Sometimes trees are bystanders though
yes indeed, innocent bystanders