Tree Cutter

In recent seasons, the tree in our neighbor's yard had fewer and fewer leaves. For a couple of years, it stood bare among its green neighbors. We worried every time there was a storm. This week, the tree cutters came with their chain saws and chippers. The boss called up directions to the brave soul dangling in the branches. They worked all day, deconstructing the lacy pattern that had spread itself across the sky. Goodbye tree. I know you had to go, but I will miss you.