4 February – My side of it

It wasn’t my fault.
Not even close.
I was just out walking,
minding my own….

When the oak started it,
landing a thick, wet clump
right in my open hood
with a smug, muffled thud.

The attack was freezing cold
and put me in a mild funk,
which lifted when I responded
by aiming straight for its trunk.

Luckily, none of my neighbours
came past and witnessed me
hurling my perfect snowball
at a seemingly passive tree.

They wouldn’t have believed
it wasn’t a pacifist,
but I hope you see my side of it,
or at least get the gist…

If you start a fight,
you must be prepared for blows,
this rule still applies to trees
who are heavy handed with snow.