Muse: 642 Things
Prompt: Pretend you are a tree, what are you thinking as they cut you down?
Yesterday was my last inspection. They clicked their tongues at me and muttered something about today. I’m sure they’ll be here any minute, they are rarely late. Oh, I hear them now. They’ve come from the direction of the barn, he must be ready. I am okay with his decision, he’s never led me wrong before. I remember when his grandpappy planted me all those years ago. I was such a stubborn seedling back then, but he never gave up on me. I remember when his son learned about my anatomy and when he would lay beneath my branches and sing that cute song about the tiny spider. They he too grew and had a son, a rambunctious little tyke. Always in my branches and eating my fruit. I’m glad he’s the one to do it, the last voice I’ll hear. The last memory I’ll make.
Hello old friend. Do not weep for me.
I will be alright.
It is time.
It’s a sleepy Friday here this week. If you follow me on twitter you may have noticed we added a new family member to our house. This is Leonard, or Leo. He’s a rambunctious little guy being only nine weeks old and has put our life (and my writing) on pause for the time being. I haven't’ slept in days and am covering in the sweetest kitten play scratches ever.
Other than that not much is going on in our life, he’s pretty much taken over. Next week I get to move into my new writing space and get to decorate and vibe up the place all how I want it. I can’t wait!
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