The tree in our backyard stood as if
It was alive and shaking with a wind.
To birds that came to it, it was alive.
Birds pretended tree was still alive.
They were polite not wanting to hurt,
Talking of weather and crops, usual .
They talked but did not look in eyes
Surrounded by see- through bones.
They pretended eyes were still alive.
It is awkward to look away from eyes.
Birds have old school polite manners.
And tree was too polite to admit death.