Lament of a tree trimmer

I do my work in solitude
80 feet up in the air,
testing each branch for strength
least my weight to bear.

A blue jay scolds informing me
I have invaded her space.
Her nest is just ten feet away
she puts me in my place.

I leave a screen of leaves for her
and the ruckus slowly abates,
three chicks beg for food
and mama feeds and sates.

The view is over whelming
as the tree is on a hill,
I can see to Catalina
as the sky is very clear.

The crows hide pecans
in foliage here and there
I put them in my pockets
a treasure to bear

Pecan pie will taste great
tomorrow night for us
The crows will miss them
and raise a fuss.

Thoughts of the world below
run through my head,
such things come and go
but there I will not tread.

Too much confusion and strife
to deal with when on the ground,
Am called by a simple life
as the world turns round.

Don Case April 15, 2016