Two tree trunks were standing
And holding another
Whose roots had been weakened
And could not stand itself
It lay there across them
In a kind of a cradle
And would have just fallen
Except for their help
And a kitten was crying
On the widowmaker
It could have climbed down
Just had to begin
So I reached up to it
My hands made a net
And slowly, to safety
It walked down that limb
And I held it to me
And I felt its heart
Beat like a bumblebee
Caught in a jar
And the kitten ran away
Back into the woods
No jingle of a collar
No calls to come home
And I leaned on the tree trunk
And smiled at its burden
It never could have gotten
That big on its own