The laurel oaks are ageing all around
Our neighborhood, and several in our yard
Are shedding limbs and showing they’re unsound,
But yet the thought of losing them is hard.
On top of that, it costs a cool six thou
Dismembering and dismantling only one,
The yard-wide trunk and every arching bough,
Then hauling off what weighs over a ton.
As if to urge us further comes the news
The season’s drawing near for hurricanes,
Another way for nature to abuse
All creatures great and small with lingering pains.
The squirrels, though, cavorting round the trunk
Enjoy the day and say my fears are bunk.