Data Analysis HaikuSo many worthy cells.Hundreds of neurons fired, yet -Not enough data.
Municipal treesOutside my house the fruitless cherry has oddly turned half-red precisely along the middle of its canopy. - "Don't judge me."I don't, I judge badly dug paving, poor cherry.The local trees do not appear to have reached consensus on the pace for autumn. Maples and sycamore are bright and stripping already, orange and yellow shedding seeds across the housing estate. But hornbeam and whitebeam are half green half yellow caught in the act of changing, almost embarrassed. The hazel is green and is not budging for you or any squirrel.In the patch between the grubby flats stands an improbably beautiful yellow berried mountain ash, serene and out of place...- "Well, I do not belong here..."Yes, but you are so beautiful, if those little s**ts pull you down I swear I will come after them.Some of the dogwood still has leaves, the rest is stalk naked, red stems not caring what the council garages think, dancing in the rain. Bu