Tree

Its great sturdy branches,
Covered in evergreen vines,
And bundles of
Dark lush leaves.
The home of Dad's Tawny,
The magpie we love,
The spring nests,
For the baby birds,
That will kill
For our Mum.
The small mammals,
Like the family of possums,
And a rare species,
My sister Bella.
It thrives on the scent
Of fresh blood
From my once alive chicken,
Now buried in mud.