Lees Tree

up the steps into the oak he slithered like a snake, but not gnarly, old or withered it’s our friend Lee, I whispered to my sis. he’s as slippery as a snake with a soft hiss. you are beyond pathetic, my sis said to me. there is nothing magical or mystical about that tree. I did not see anyone enter or leave. She is ruled by her head, I guess she did not see. Being clairaudient and clairvoyant too, I saw what I saw in those woods, and it was a hue a ghostly apparition that walked into that oak tree. I know it was my freshly deceased friend, Lee.