The Tree Man

Walked jauntily along

Leaves and branches

Poking out of pockets

And hair, a banksia

In his backpack

So tall that the birds

Saw only tree and followed

Him home to the nest

The crest of a red spiral

Curling like a talisman

Around his neck.

Whistling with bird

The tree man

Gathered seasons

In his bag

And berries for his

Friend.

 

 

 

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