Lost Trees

Lightening aims and shoots at my baby apple tree and with one searing snap, shears it into; smoke rises from the black trunk, curlicues toward sky. Not old enough to birth little ones, I had it out, down and re-planted another one. Soon, we lost our spruce to the winds; a home to doves, it was uprooted. In my yard a huge ball of squiggly spindles with a tree on one end, lay as if someone plucked it from Gaia’s breast and tossed it aside. The poor homeless doves moved to my window air conditioner and braved the icy spring; thrilled as fledgling wings bounced her around, till she finally flew. trees weathering storms sheltering many bird species- prime real estate doves only build a twig pile- one wind obliterates

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