As the old tree yawned
its wisdom awoke and said:
Bugs that ate my insides out
flew off in a woodpecker.
I tried to laugh,
but only yawned
because I was too tired.
Life and death circles ’round
coming as it’s going
on wings of irony born. ~ms
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what a beautiful inspiration !!
very imaginative dear…i liked this post so much!
This is one of the beauties of nature – there is an organic system in place that uses waste and unwanted things like insects and weeds are food for other species. No waste and everything is recycled.
Such a gorgeous poem.
And, in spite of the huge hole, that tree is still standing in the woods of my backyard……yawning a perpetual yawn. 😉
I have a tree in my yard that the deer chewed up so much on the bark every year that I thought it would not survive, however, it’s still there and has even begun to flower in the spring. 😉