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.