Treehouse

Oh and what a tale The tallness of a tree And what a pair of ears And what a set of teeth You were warm and resting You were lying still And I was placing out the bones along The big bay windowsill Sun will come and dry them Give them watering And then we’ll hang them up and in the drive Singing in the wind Back to bed and pages And tucking ourselves in Window opens slow outside Making our bones sing Oh and what a tale The tallness of a tree And what a set of whiskers And what a set of teeth