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.

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