There’s a tree outside the window where I sit
Magic I did not expect this morning
There’s pine cones in the tree!
What’s exciting about that?
Ask the six year old little girl
The one who went out to sniff the wood after the trees had been cut
Ofcourse she waited after they had taken the chainsaw
It was too loud
The smell of bleeding wood stays with you
But that’s not all she found
There were pine cones
She collected so many some fell on the way home
She was going to make a nest for them
Now I look out at the tree and wonder what became of them
My pine cones
