An elder tree ambushed us,
Gazed us, pushed us,
Wielded his flowers at us,
Flat, demanding, calling our names.
We went, what can we do for you,
You pan-looking, weird piece of
Herbaceous being?
The wind pushed his body,
Towards us, he thrust again,
That unyielding bundle of peddles,
Scratched the air,
Spit pollen,
Forwarded his body for an unwanted fight.
We sniffed it.
It smelled pretty bad.