Trees A-Bed Poem by Michael Witkowski

Trees lie in bed
Their bark swollen
With mooshrooms fed
On sap- sap blows oop bark
Raisin is soocked out
Cleared and returned
Automatically
Trees with own will
make automatons bleep
Soom trees sloomber
Soom hearken sounds
Soom scratch their bark
Soom feel their pain sensors
Yank out whines from
Pipelines of electric
charge transfer
Soom seek audience
Hoog their nursies
Chat and flirt fletingly
Or deeply
Bask in love &
Sympathy
Renew their forest
Refresh the humus