A morning fable

A fable. The cat and bird that knew each other, the bird called

It up a tree, and then flew to another, and called the cat

To that one too, chirped, they laughed and were friends again

And even to tumble and fall off that tree, is to tumble into

Your hand, in a dream that tumbles and falls around your

Absence, I laugh, I love you again, bird calls cat lands

At your feet, fallen into thoughts of you makes cruel nature sweet