Robins land on the branches heaving their pendulous breasts.
Gallumphf! Chortle! Chortle!
Gobbling the Haws – ripe and succulent – a dozen or more.
Will they be entranced like Sleeping Beauty?
Or live forever like Tuck Everlasting?
Gallumphf!
Chortle! Chortle!
The tree stands firm in the waning light…
allowing this final grooming before its barren winter gloom.
(First published 10/16/11)
