There are people in the trees
look at them at night
colonies of characters
waving in the breeze
moustache curls and
hatted girls
and noses
chins and
eyes
neighborhoods
of families
all similarly
branched
guards and sentries
ghouls and saints
harboring
wildlife
and some
trees
are
manly
fortresses
some
lovely
ladies
trunked
with
svelty
curves
and if you
study
the dusky
sky
the stars
twinkle
in between
their
eyelashes ...