Bloglander

You flirt with death. I saw you on top of that huge tall pine tree. You
climbed up, cutting as you went, then on top, with belts and ropes and
strong legs, you started hacking away, huge pieces of wood dropping, was it
you? I wondered. You looked shorter, but it must've been an optical
illusion 'cause you have long legs, and the tree was so tall. Your legs
were wrapped around that tree and just your boots and a belt held you up so
high. What a balance you maintained, even with that heavy chain saw
dangling by your side. My heart stopped when I realized it was you, the
impact, of knowing you could fall and nothing would save you, not even
love. If ever, [email protected], you could. It was my birthday that
day, until I see you again, Jokester Treeman, Miss you.