I Would Live In a Tree

If I lived in a warmer climate I would live in a tree Not on a bare limb, but I would have a house built. High up in the crook of it, at least twenty feet up. With a bathroom, so I would never have to climb down. I would have a dumbwaiter, so groceries could be delivered. My dragon Prixite would be trained to maneuver it. People could come see me by appointment only. Two appointments a year – both in May. I would spend my days leaning against Prixite, Reading a stack of books, eating chocolate candy. Maybe I would write a poem or two. Maybe a hundred. Fox and deer would entertain me in the mornings. At night I would hear a bobcat scream. I would name her Salem, and relish in her sounds. If a hoot owl moved in, I would name him Hermoine. Of course you cannot visit. It is not May.