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Saturday, September 05, 2020

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 


10 comments:

  1. I can relate to the feelings shared in this wonderful poem Jim. Always great to see you at the Muse my friend!

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  2. This sounds very relaxing. We took the dogs out to celebrate the rain yesterday...they were not impressed. :)

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  3. Nice fantasy. That's the life

    Happy Sunday

    Much💝love

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  4. No one wants their simple living to be interfered with, especially when it comes with music and free head scratching.

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  5. I am ready to take up residency in a tree!!

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  6. A lion must feel safer in a tree. He is friendly, too, with birds in his mane!!

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  7. This is wonderful, Jim. A friendly lion who just wants to nest.

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