Away - a Poem for Sunday Muse
I Live in a Tree:
a simple life
These days I'm living in a tree
I have no quaral no regrets
Hardly I can remember why
Pushed over the brink here I'm safe
I'm happy here please let me stay
Don't make me come down, I'll behave
Bring me food, there's no clothes to wash
Tell the people to stay away
Birds nest in my hair, pretty birds
They talk to me and lay their eggs
On my head their young learn to scratch
Learning to pick the lice and bugs
Don't you scare them away, my friends
Perhaps rain, today I can bathe
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am writing for Carie today and her photo prompt at The Sunday Muse # 124, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/09/sunday-muse-124.html?m=1
Labels: Animals, Poem, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 9/05/2020 04:46:00 AM
10 comments
10 Comments:
I can relate to the feelings shared in this wonderful poem Jim. Always great to see you at the Muse my friend!
This sounds very relaxing. We took the dogs out to celebrate the rain yesterday...they were not impressed. :)
Nice fantasy. That's the life
Happy Sunday
Much💝love
No one wants their simple living to be interfered with, especially when it comes with music and free head scratching.
I like this Jim.
I am ready to take up residency in a tree!!
A tree for me!
A lion must feel safer in a tree. He is friendly, too, with birds in his mane!!
A tree is good for me.
This is wonderful, Jim. A friendly lion who just wants to nest.
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