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