So what if I’m not a bird, I live in Port Saint Lucie and I fly, so get over it. And here’s a secret . . .
Say what you will, but this tree is coming down. So stand back.
Silly egret, don’t even think of landing on this tree. Mine means mine and I have the talons to insure it.
So then he says to me, “Do you want to come up and see my etchings?” “You live in a tree,” I tell him, “get a new line.”
Okay, Charlie Brown, see if you can fly it like me and not get it caught in a tree this time.
My tree, my rules. Got it?!
And those silly people say this tree can never bloom.
Now this is a proper one legged tree pose, in every way.
I’m so ready for Halloween! What? It’s mot for over a month??
But dad, all the cool kids have their own trees, so why can’t I??