The Tree Pirates

"It's as if she were bleeding her last."

"I prefer to think she is crying." The Lizard corrected, as we both looked at the stump, siphoning groundwater to the surface. I did not offer an argument, sensing Lizard's loss.

What the storm had started, the motley troupe of tree pirates had finished off. Regardless if their fervor was based in euthanasia, or entrepreneurial motives, they made quick work of the laced bark.

Sunshine now took collateral damage on the ferns that had once sheltered beneath a majestic canopy.