My Stump

The morning sun glows on its branches.

Hours pass.

Patiently waiting

A familiar noise slowly creeps up.

The noise that has taken others away.

Carelessly strapped across the chest

                 Tighter

                                    And

                                Tighter

like a big hug

Back at home, animals are clueless.

Desperate for shelter, food and air

All that's left is a stump, my stump.