There she stands-
limbs embracing the sky,
olive coattails flapping lazily
in the wind.
Crystal tears dangle--
frozen--in time.
The last of her kind--
firm,
steady,
stong.
A woodpecker alights,
tapping hastily at her shell.
She sways,
but the claws have already
latched on.
Finally, sickeningly--
a hole.
She is gaping.
Satisfied, the pecker
launches into the distance--
away.
And finally,
a crystal tear falls.
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I hope to God this is better than the last poem I posted. I rather like it; yeah, depressing, but it's poetry, right? I just saw the tree while sitting in the woods today, and the words just flowed.
Thanks for the crits! You all know you want to read it.
Wiggy ![Wink ;)](./images/smilies/icon_wink.gif)
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