Eulogy

Ode to an Old Tree

You stood on that curb since the days of yore;
We hated to see you go,
But you were rotten to the core.

How many heads have you sheltered, old tree?
How many furred and feathered bodies have called your branches home?
I will never forget how you once shaded me.

Rest easy, as they lay down your limbs so tired and sore,
Find a quiet resting place
As mulch in someone's garden forevermore.