Yellow sun, I only saw glimpses of you
I slept in since the night’s wind was loud
Early guests seemed like a crowd
Seemed like more since my mood was blue
They arrived in a rush to take down my tree
But for this job demanded a fee
Granddaughter one came home for PT
Wanted more RK cookies from me.
It wasn’t much of a demand
When the boys two and three gave me a hand.
I was even amazed at their cleaning job
Didn’t even stop to rest or hobnob
So now my tree is out in the trash
Poor thing, I feel it was very rash
To dump it there so alone
When inside I loved it so
Years ago when kids were small
Put the tree outside to be used by all
The birds as a feeder while it lasted
With peanut butter and suet on pinecones pasted
Then all of us watched in delight
As the birds feeding was a nice sight.
The Bag Lady 