Crows huddle to plan the next move
While rabbits lay trap for the fools that swoon
The goose and the gander never had a chance
They eat like their last meal every night
Hoping someone would turn out the light
Maybe on that day they’ll learn how to dance
I left my old hole to see the day end
Fixated by the glares of little old men
As they made their way, broken and beaten again
I heard the small cry of a child laid bare
Holding the remainders of some curly hair
Hoping for warmth and the peace of a motherly stare
As the evening begins will you sit with your friends
And laugh on the good days and cry for the sins
That ravaged the ones that you loved
Sing of the beauty that held your gaze
Hope in the promise that one day will stay
When the world will stop looking above
I laid down my bucket, filled to the brim
With the only cares I chose to take in
It’s cold in the night with no one to hold again
I’ll trudge through the woods filled with the books
Of spirit and zeal and life long crooks
So easy to see, but you have to take the time to look