The Sycamore

rabbit dung in the sod

a tree grows

lanky, old now and bright still


salmon streamlined the current


a branch fell off, yesterday

a man emerged from

the wilderness and set it

ablaze, ate full, and is old now

somewhere in Bermuda with a

peach tea, yet


still the tree--bright, flickering leaves

the birds and deer and wolves all fell asleep in its shade

the bears came and sat and picked their salmon with their precise teeth


the current froze


sap spooled out of an open pore, a man crawled out of

the hills and licked it, fell ill, and is somewhere

in Tallahassee eyeing

a stack of syrupy pancakes with disgust


trout upturned in the current


the tree is tired.

a boy stabbed it quite frequently with

a screwdriver until a man slapped his hands repetitively



it's going to fall soon


the sod has lost its grip, the wolves died there

nothing but ash though

the bears prodded the sod covered their dung,

nothing but dung though



it will be bright when it keels,

and a man will come out of the wilderness and lay by the waterfall.

Why Do Cats Like High Up Places?

You see your cat, as fat as he is, and you can't understand why he insists every morning to climb to the tippiest top of the tree in your backyard, just to get stuck. You look up at him as he wails miserably, hollering for a sweaty buff fire fighter to come rescue him. What's his deal, you think? Why is he so adamant about climbing up so high?

Well cats didn't always wanna be up in high places. The earliest cats much more enjoyed hiding in bushes or dark caves to escape nomadic hunters. In fact, cats never saw the point in climbing up high; their favorite food, mice, always scurried about in the dirt, so it just made more sense for them to laze about on low ground.

It wasn't until the time of the Egyptians did cats become interested in rising up to high peaks. The Egyptians worshiped their cats like Gods, and made giant pedestals and thrones for them to nap on. Some thrones were up 100 feet high. The higher the throne, the more God-like the cat was. And the cats loved being worshiped, and ever since then, it has become part of their nature to seek high posts to rest on so they can be closer to the Gods and worshiped as one. Even now a days, cats go up high looking for the same treatment. Usually, they are wailing at you not because they are frightened, but because they are upset that you are not worshiping them!

So next time fat Fluffy goes clambering up the tree, do him a favor: Bow and Worship him, praying, "Oh Mighty Kitty, To You I am Forever Indebted and Grateful!"