By Maya Green
Oh, my tree house, is getting smaller
What a cruel, and untimely metaphor
The setting sun is, no comfort either
It’s been hot, truly an unbearable stupor
There is now, just only one remaining
And it’s getting smaller, by the day
The whole day is hot, and unrelenting
It’s unbearable — losing trees by the day
A bird up in the tree, for the whole day
Sans the shades, of a cool canopy
This tale, is just an unbearable dismay
Wrought by; the greasy hands — of thievery
Dateline:
11:14 AM
2 March 2024
CGK/KUL
MH0712
