Why I can't ever look at trees

They looking back at me
keep changing coats and hats
And looking like lions and cats
sat on top of each other, pawing, and fawning
That's why I can't look at trees

And don't talk about chalky walls
crumbling, eating sand, quick fix, man made fences
They looking at me
Through grit
They looking at me

I look at floors
Floors where paws been,
Walls been
And that's OK