In the woods, trees speak and sing
Of birds that nest, of vines that cling
Of green of Spring, of Autumn gold
Of rainy days and snowy cold
Of dancing deer and nights so clear
Of mossy floor and bristly boar.
But of feral cats, trees speak of most
To whom they host, of which they boast.
For in the woods, cats do rule
Asleep aloft, a tree crown’s jewel.