The tree in our backyard stood as if
It was alive and shaking with wind.
To birds that came to it, it was alive.
Birds pretended tree was still alive.
They were polite not wanting to hurt,
Talking of weather and crops, usual .
They talked but did not look in eyes
Surrounded by see- through bones.
They pretended eyes were still alive.
It is awkward to look away from eyes.
Birds have old school polite manners.
And tree is too polite to admit death.