My Stump
By Olimpia F
Published 4 August 2023
The morning sun glows on its branches.
Hours pass.
Patiently waiting
A familiar noise slowly creeps up.
The noise that has taken others away.
Carelessly strapped across the chest
Tighter
And
Tighter
like a big hug
Back at home, animals are clueless.
Desperate for shelter, food and air
All that's left is a stump, my stump.