wooden dreams

the seagull and the magpie each have their own versions of the events of that afternoon.
the magpie had loved the tree longest; his very essence was inextricably linked with the soil upon which the tree had set up home. the gull, on the other hand felt that it was all to do with bearings and angles; miles flown on the route they speak of crows flying. the tree marked x on a spot and he would not be upping ship for a vagrant. the magpie requested that the gull not blacken their shared discussion by using words relating to water while they were debating land issues. the gull then advised that him mentioning a ship was actually a form of praise to the tree they were perched upon; given its role in the creation of these grand and beautiful sea faring objects. either way, at this very moment in time neither of the winged debaters would be giving up his throne upon the tree in question.

the tree looked upon the beaded eyes of both parties and sighed; an inhalation both deep and melancholy. she wondered how it would feel to fall asleep and never, ever awaken.