The Fall

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Look, the trees have streaked their leaves yellow.

The trees are gluttonous during summers

like well-fed cats

which when abandoned feed

on its instincts and grey eyes.

The trees ape the spirit of this feline

till the midwestern winters strip them bare

and they become ascetics,

who are not as cute as cats.

Warming ourselves and saving our skin

We wait for summer…

Then O! dear tree,

we will embrace and pamper you

till you blush green and

streak your leaves, yellow and red, again.

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