little tree

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell of catnip sweetly

i will rub my face on your cool bark
and eat your poison leaves and throw you up
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look at the cats
that poop all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out
and allowed to shine,

the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your big limbs
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every branch shall have its ring

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and eddie and isabel and i will take paws
and looking up we’ll dance and sing

“little tree, little tree.”

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