Sense Sonnet - Acher

Intreegue

I felt him climb high up my trunk,

Then tying himself to my limbs.

The guy is most likely just drunk.

Humans are known for goofy whims.

But then the guy pulls out a gun,

And puts a bullet through his head.

Shoot! What has this guy gone and done? -

Stuck me with a squatter that's dead.

In my branch, the pistol got caught.

Carrion will pick this guy clean.

Life and death goes on, come what not.

Now I got guy and gun and green.

Years later - bones found up a tree,

When loggers come to cut down me.