They had wrapped a plastic tie
Around the trunk,

Like the claw-like hand

Of a wizened witch,

Tipped in blue and oracle.

There is little sadder

Than seeing something artificial,

Man-made, unnatural,

Embracing a living,

Breathing, beautiful 

Tree.

Or else you’ll meet an early Grave.

© Caro Ness 2017

Or else you’ll meet an early grave.

© Image Prompt: James Polamz King

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