The fruit tree gone
Once it stayed for years
Blooming high for all to see
Only the cable would complain
The red ravens flew in
The morning ritual they came
The stray cats could only stare
No chance for a meaty meal
The owner got fed up
She cut it down to size
The red ravens stared in disbelief
The cable could swing freely
One high pitch noise gone
The red ravens hardly came
No fruit tree to supply
The quiet day in the morning
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