Clear cut in the Alley
It was gone! Just the raw wound of a recently amputated tree left where once a whole microcosm had lived. I had celebrated the birth of this little tree, rising up from the roots of the old one at the end of a long sad winter, when one morning I looked out the little window in my urban apartment bedroom and saw the hopeful green shoots reaching up for the light.
I watched as it shot up to over 6 feet, as birds and insects came, as it filled out and shook its leaves in the wind and the rain and gladdened my eyes.
This morning - gone. Clear cut. No more.
I suppose it was getting in the way of the alley traffic, interfering with commerce, so to speak. But no one asked me! I feel like I’ve been robbed. Who took my tree!?