This poem was prompted by
wyld_dandelyon and it's the first freebie of the day. I got to wondering if dryads always take human form ... or have other options.
Felis dendrophila
I once had a cat
whose coat was the color
of leaves in autumn,
her fur flowing in
a dozen soft shades of orange and brown
almost as if
one of the maples had somehow shifted itself
into feline form.