Tree Top Hat, a poem.

Leaning back into the snugly trunk,
the tree top hat is a perfect fit.

It’s sticky brim stretches in the breeze,
while odd leafs swirl downwards like a fedora’s feathers.

Nature’s motley crew prance the day away,
some pausing to pierce a stare my way.

Lazily reaching for a branch,
I pull it down as if to say, ‘good day’.

The crew squeak, splutter and flutter back into their prancing,
while I keep the sticky brim pulled over me,
ready to snooze the day away.

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