Not With Hatchets

I am your oak tree
As I stand beside your knee
Will you speak to me
Not with hatchets in your eyes
But with birds’ nests on your mind 
And honeybees so kind
Care for my green arms
Feel my shade protect from harm

Temperament: A Haiku

There’s nothing of you
With a sense of urgency
That is your nature

But these two wild ones
Refuse to be trained as such
They want what they want

Negotiators
They pressure me for sugar,
Playgrounds, comic books