It might have been a few years…and I shut my curtains tight,
Every now and then, with every touch and go…I didn’t feel it so right.
As inexplicable it might appear,
Sunshine doesn’t let you see clear.
So eventually it rained…cleaning the leaves that were already,
Denying a few that might have been.
Creating a few rivulets that got lost in the dirty sidewalks,
Clogged with unfulfilled life that someone might have seen.
I loved those leaves on the bark,
They died when the doe-eyed kitten brushed herself against it.
My inexorable sense of justice, shrieked, “MURDER!”
But the tree forgave; it saw the friendship between the kitten and the bark.
