It was Good Humor

 

In my dream this tree wasn’t here.

You had come back to me.  We were

sharing this bench together and making

plans again, like before.

The humans kept putting food and

water out for us but you didn’t want to

become dependent.  I understood.  The

music from the ice cream truck startled

you.

All I said was, "Scared-y-cat."

You flew off.