The men are up the trees hanging off harnesses
Pruning nature. Every now and again you hear
a chainsaw sawing and a shredder shredding.
Like messed up magpies they nest in orange
Hard hats and yellow ear muffs. As if autumn
needed a helping hand. Ok the lights better but
I liked the leaves. Why don’t they let nature take
its course and buzz off. The window is closed but
I can smell wood burning in the shredder as if
They were singing the sky.