To the Editor:
Ghost tree
Your fifty foot tall, towering presence would have held snow on your strong, healthy boughs today.
Mourning doves would have stood on the boughs near your trunk for protection from the wind, their winter coats puffed up cozy among your pine needle feathers.
Mother tree, so many miss you today.
Rabbits’ secret shelter under boughs at your trunk, no longer here to offer a safe place to laugh at my barking dog.
Chickadee, junco, winter birds who would rest on your branches when hawk was distracted elsewhere. They waited for me to fill the tube with seed to sustain them in this small piece of forest in city.
Last week their home here was dismembered and cut to the ground. Fifty feet of beloved protector ground up and disappeared.
Ghost tree, how can I explain to you?Someone didn’t like your position.