Dark night of the trees <br />Truncated casualties lie stretchered in B & Q. <br /> <br />No room here for owls to stretch their whirring wings, <br />No room here for stags to strip their antlers clean, <br />Everything passed by planners, joiners, planers, <br />In keeping with forestry needs, trees must be culled. <br /> <br />There have, however been sightings of <br />The Great God Pan in newly erected suburbs. <br />Men say, he is carrying an axe.<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-night-of-the-trees/
