Day 9: tooth, tree, went, ichor, cork, trample

What they called a tree stood alone among the sage and rabbit bush

Saddled between two cliff faces, like a single, jagged tooth in a

Derelict's smile. A pair of ravens went too and fro between the cliff

Tops and the rounded, cloudy top of the cedar. Below, the local 

Heard of cows would trample the sage and rabbit bush, blooming

Amber yellow against the cork-white soil.  Where the cows have licked
The peeling bark for its salt, a fetid ichor flows dark red, down the
Trunk. 

What they called a 

Tree, scale leaves 
Tipped with immature
 Cones puffed green against

The sky