Not sure I would like a treehouse or not

perhaps a night with wolf howling in the moon

full or not simply would be shrilled

by just the shriek of shivering

 

Even the howling wind

would be enough to squeeze through the cracks

blow the loneliness right by

without hands or rumors of those people

 

Perhaps it could be quiet enough

to listen to snowflakes

as fall sends away the leaves

and treehouse loses its green camourflage

 

Didn't really want to sit down

when too young to climb around

But is it too old to climb up

when knees gets stiffen