Friendly Trees
Trees blowing in the wind
Summer breeze
Birds flying high, sometimes stop to say Hi
At times use me as a meeting place
Safely watching from way up high
Staying safe away from kitty's face, sneakly
hiding in the grass, on the lookout for a tasty snack
Be carefull my flying friends
Come again and rest on my lonely branch
Day or night your welcome here
Standing tall in the summer breeze
Kathleen Woods
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