"Trees" By Keldan
I think that I will never see,
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose bark I like to climb,
Scurry on up, and stop on a dime.
Climb the branches, oh no I slip,
On the way down I hurt my hip.
To see my maker, I'm ready to meet,
But I'm a cat, I land on my feet.
- the end.
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