the removal of our Christmas tree
is a practical matter.
It is not muddied
with nostalgia, nor sorrow
at holiday's end.
There's no dread
concerning January's
brutality, no
worry over
a lack of daylight,
the mental toll.
Our cats miss the tree
as a water source with
subtle pine undertones.
Concern over these
tomorrows, the cruelty of winter,
is for the rest of us.
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