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Sitting at the top of this still intact tree,

from the distance I hear the noise of chainsaws,

of heavy machinery,

and how the trunks rumble when falling,

with a tremor of aggrieved, badly hurt jungle.

The last time I confronted a bulldozer

I got seriously injured.

At first my younger, almond–eyed “brothers” just laughed,

as if I were an anecdotal curiosity.

But when they realized I was really upset,

they threw stones and sticks to shoo me.

To foolish words, deaf ears, so I preferred to walk away

and take refuge with my people, or what is left of them.

I ended up with a black eye and two broken ribs

that now make it difficult for me to sigh.

My old curtain fur has not really worked

to keep me hidden and safe from infamous destruction.

That's why I say my fur is more like a weeping willow.