The Tiny Tree

Once there was a tiny tree, who wished itself a lofty, wide-spread oak; longing to have on him song-birds light... to share a tune to strum some beams on full-moon night – but the cat was about, with a silent foot...and the birds knew Whiskers like they wrote Grimms' book – so the tiny tree never got a second look – but an angel up high shrank deceptively small and with a purposeful stall, settled on the dwarf's most prominent, yet near ground branch introducing herself as a lost parrot named Blanch – and they sang and hugged all the long day only stopping at times just to briefly pray (gratefully pray) – and the cat, quite lonely, for also a stray made a fiddle of its whiskers drummed with its tail tapping a rhythm beat on an old discarded pail –