A Tree

I am. 
A tree that has branches, which are tough. 
Snow is nothing for me to handle. 
When someone passes me, they break off an icicle. 
And I become less sharp. 
My leaves are buried under snow.
So nothing hides me. 
Yet…
A dead cat lies below me. 
Tangled in my roots. 
The ground was hard so they didn’t dig deep. 
Leaves and snow become entwined. 
To cover him a little more. 
I am. 
A tree. 
A cat is buried beneath me. 
Not many people know that.

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