Tops

Every day is bliss,

eucalyptus twist

High on it,

almost fly on it

in the canopy

 

Every day is ripe,

fresh and juicy to bite

Aloft with it,

scoffed much of it

paused in a fork

 

Every night is calm,

mother’s soft coat balm

Above with her,

cling to her fur

asleep in our gum tree

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