Once aloft my tree, I passed my
Royal time. Beneath the yawning
Oak leaves- my palace ‘neath the sky.
Ladies and Knights from ancient lands-
Cul-de-sacs afar, beheld my
Sacred song, bringing gifts- a rubber band,
Or a butterfly jarred.
Perched I chirped and twirled about
Those below would gasp,
“Behold the princess of oak tree palace”
As I swung and flew right past.
The aching oak held back the sound
Of mother’s yells and brother’s groans.
I did not care ‘bout those on ground
When up upon my rubber throne.
The jester squirrel would dance along
Earth-covered leaves kept beat and time,
Dancing to my royal Queen song,
As backup wind would softly chime.
When dusk drew near and arithmetic called
The royal court would retreat ‘neath the front yard
Wall and the Oak’s sappy tears would fall.
I dismounted my throne and then was small.
By Jessica Hagy
April 2008
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