Hollow Tree Hideout Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

In the hollow tree hideout
Get up close with many fowl.
Let’s see who owns the roost,
I surmise it is the owl.

Turning his head from side to side,
Front and back, no one can hide.
Our chain saws take down his home,
Please don’t cause him to further roam!

Who else lives inside that tree?
Let’s find out, oh mercy me!
Woodpeckers and Bluebirds there,
In larger ones even baby black bears.

Cats and squirrels and many rats,
Baby possums and skunks and bats.
Don’t forget the worms and grubs,
And butterflies from caterpillar slugs.

Vultures and even thick billed crows
Agriculture and logging cause many woes,
Even lizards and many types of snakes,
And flies that only live for just one day!

I have only named just a few,
But a hollow tree is bursting anew,
With so many forms of life
It could be renamed a living zoo!

If you’re ever out and about,
And a honey bee buzzes by your snout.
To the thing we can all give thanks,
The Hollow Tree Hideout!