Nestled in the crook, where the branch meets the trunk, a secret cave where warmth and scent have stunk. Often ignored, yet a daily groom, it’s the hidden nook beneath your arm’s bloom.

Like Rodin's 'The Thinker,' Perched on a pot, When lost in deep thought, I'm the best spot to squat

If you talk about the weather, you talk about me. But... Yawn. Can't we talk about something bigger?

A B C D You should know it by now, you shouldn't need E

I have a theory... A conspiracy theory! In addition to tinfoil hats, we'll need a corkboard, push pins and plenty of this stuff. I've got BOXES full of Pepe!