Murdered Mistletoe

tip-toe tossed rocks
didn’t do alot
to bring it down

a holiday ornament
kisses, nestled in nature
in the penthouse of a tree top
it was found

twigs, dirt-clods and a screwdriver
thrown up at it
came back solo,
to the ground

objective solved
murdered mistletoe
with a shot-gun round


at my feet

ho ho ho

now lay

the mistle-toe


by Art~


(this poem came to light after an event in our yard. The mistletoe was way up in an oak tree and I couldn’t seem to knock it down. Till I wised up and used my shot-gun to bring it down. The year we had plenty of mistletoe at christmas and plenty of kisses)



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