The dog’s problem is the tree:
The tree’s problem never is the dog.
The tree has climbed so far away
It’s lost in its own monologue.
It has climbed into its smoke,
And fixed it: from a seed no bigger
Than dog’s droppings, it took one look
Then soared up to its proper figure.
And what is happening up there,
What major operation on the heights,
It tells no dog, though it must share
Its lower bark with him who bites.