Dear Tree . . .

-Death Blows in the Wind-

Dear Tree Outside My Window,

Please stop trying to kill me. I realize you are trying to grow/thrive/live and -if you get lucky - reproduce. However, for the sake of being neighborly, would you please limit the amount of allergy-inducing pollen you are spraying into my apartment? 

I'm hesitant to accuse you of harboring murderous intentions, but things have gotten a little ridiculous as of late. See, your allergens mixed with my sensitivities have made access to life-giving air difficult these past few days. I trust that this was an oversight on your part and will whole-heartedly accept your apology.

Thank you for your attention to this urgent matter.

-p

[4/24 edit: I'm glad to see I'm not the only one with this kind of fear. Maybe I should stick 'Googly Eyes' on the tree.]