Top of the tree

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Top of the tree

A poem about our feathered friends from YT

He’s perched atop a tree
that towers over the rooftop of the terrace

King of his own dominion
his family spread across his palatial view
hopping from branch to branch
while the mums discuss the finest places
to grab the juiciest worm
dad’s are on the hunt, for berries and moss and twigs
and he’s sat at the top of the tree
looking down on them all
from his vaulted and lofty position
and while the whole tree sways in winter winds
he bears the brunt of the northern chill
though it must be lonely
being the king of the hill.