Bear Rubbers.
Bear Rubbers.
The skin of trees
wraps tightly like
convoluted highways
to the heavens.
Traversed by the
most insignificant,
here the endless
trails of insects
intersect.
Deeply grooved
like the faces of
old men, with
knobby protrusions
extending from limbs,
one can almost see
Methuselah in the
many varied twists
and shadowed patterns.
Tattooed often with
lovers declarations,
etched sharply in relief,
they are diaries to loves
long since marked and felled.
A pita wrap for
woodpeckers,
containing many
juicy tidbits,
a place to get
a grip for squirrels,
who look for
nuts all day,
Tree bark wraps
each forest dweller
from roots to crown,
as a body armor
against the harsh elements,
in layers of living love.
it's a
perfect place
for bear rubbers
to scratch
thier backs
and deer
to molt
their antlers
and chipmunks
to find heavenly
sanctuary in.
©-MFB III