They had wrapped a plastic tie
Around the trunk,
Like the claw-like hand
Of a wizened witch,
Tipped in blue and oracle.
There is little sadder
Than seeing something artificial,
Man-made, unnatural,
Embracing a living,
Breathing, beautiful
Tree.
Or else you’ll meet an early grave.
© Caro Ness 2017
Or else you’ll meet an early grave.
© Image Prompt: James Polamz King
