Written for:  Sunday Muse #175

We are marked
like bark.  Scratched
and scarred by life.  Our
bodies crack, hollows form
in our trunks.  We grow
flimsy branch hair,
where dancing blackbirds
flit in and out, building
their nests, as we are
incapable of building our own.

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