Singing Trees
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singing trees


Singing trees 
haunt me 
through the night.
White furred beast 
puffing steam 
waits in shadow 
behind fir and oak, 
Moon rise slowly 
circled in mist 
a growl pleasure 

Placed on low wall 
dry sandwich 
and a cup of milk, 
feed the cat 
a blue jay, some mice 
and an owl.


By: David E. Howerton
(c)[09/23/1990]
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