The Hoomans Are at It Again

The hoomans brought a tree inside. A whole tree. No dirt. No roots. No explanation. It smells like outside, so I inspect it. Naturally, I try to claim my territory. I am told NO. They hang shiny things on it. I am told NO again. Now the tree is glowing, like my outside trees— and still, I’m not allowed to lift my leg. I nap underneath, confused. There are no squirrels. There are no birds. They stare at it anyway. This tree does nothing. Yet everyone loves it. I will allow it, I guess.🎄