Observing the teenage squirrels at play
and titmice foraging among the leaves
has convinced me.
I’m moving out of my apartment and building
a treehouse. Now that everything’s green,
no one will notice a studio in the branches.
I’ll leave my windows open so the birds
can perch on the sills. I imagine the crows
will be quite interested in my work.
The squirrels can run right through the living
room and I won’t care. Once they’re used
to me, I might even join the chase.
And I’ll observe the strange creature living
in my old place, face glowing, never singing,
never jumping, getting fatter and fatter
as more and more trees get buzzed down.
Happy Earth Day!
For today’s prompt, write an earth poem. The poem can be about nature or the planet. But it can also be about anything or anyone on the planet.
