“Take care of that nest,”
the sun told the tree.
She watched over that nest
better than either you or me.
She made sure the nest was warm
and lifted up high,
until she distracted herself,
her eye on a guy.
This guy fed her great words,
that made the tree grow,
but when she found out he was a lie
she felt quite low.
She was left with a scar
of his name and her’s
until the fat cat scratched it out,
in return she heard purrs.
But she didn’t make him stop,
she said it felt good
and soon enough
she was a piece of wood.
Her mind was filled
with all things but the nest,
and when she found out it was gone
there was a pain in her chest.
The sun stared down
and as the dry season came
she let the wind take her
as she burned up in flames.