There are these trees on the beach,
Grove of trees in a bunch.
You know, the ones that shook by the wind,
And painted by sun in green ink.
Their big size leaves shelter the cats.
I speak for the rats,
"Cats on the tree,
Don't mistake them with flying bee."
Above the table and bench,
Peacefully roosted on the branch
Cats occupying the tree,
And this is the essential key.
Picture for observance,
The trees, the ones that shook by the wind,
And painted by sun in green ink.
These cats do not know,
The nature's flow,
That they are not the tweedy birds,
By any odds.
Pretty picture for observance.
Sit on and enjoy the tree residence.
Unusual assembly
Will demise untimely.
Rest your eye on
Until it still goes on!
Tomshinsky@2024
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