His name was henry, oh yes, he was,
But don’t ask me how he died, i don’t know the cause.

I think it’s so unfair how this is it,
He never even got to fly in a fit.

I hope he flies free in heaven,
He was not even in weeks, seven!

Right now he’s in the ground,
Not moving nor making a sound.

I remember how he looked when he died,
Dead, starring with those half open eyes.

He was supposed to fly free,
And with a mate, he was to be.

I still see him every second in my mind,
His portrait lingers, with every thought i find.

I hope he can forgive me for what i’ve done, he was supposed to live; i didn’t bring him home for fun.

Maybe he still looks at me from the sky, the day he died, for hours i cried.

So i say this now, with a bow and a sad smile, fly free in the sky, henry, fly for miles.

GRAY, BLACK FUR, FLYING THROUGH THE WIND,FOLLOWING EACH OTHER, FOLLOWING PREY. HUNTING TOGETHER, HUNTING AS ONE. THEY TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER. THE LEADER, BETA AND HUNTERS HINT. PUPS GROW. LIFE OF A WOLF.

Running up the mountains, and i suddenly see, four frozen fountains, as still as can be. One with a wolf, another a robin, one with sculpted figures as small as a ball for golf, and fourth- the word, forgotten.
As i go up to the fountains, i find others three, they must have traveled up the mountains, as like thy. We suddenly see a sparkling light, and all four fountains melted in sight.
That couldn’t be possible as it’s winter alright, but warm water ran in the fountains in this cold night. 4 bright figures suddenly appeared, and all four figures appeared on my skin- seard.
Four on me, 1 on each, that’s what i see, and then there was a peach.
I wasn’t that just to rhyme, there was a peach there like ice, we all went to touch it and them i see……

LIFE IS A HORROR, LIFE IS A DREAM,
LIFE IS A FANTASY AND A MYSTERY.

WE LOOK UP INTO THE MOVING  SKY,
AS THE SUN SETS SO THE MOON CAN RISE,
SHADOWS CRAWL ON THE WALLS,
THE WAVES ON THE WAVES ON THE BEACH RISES AND FALLS.

A STAR FILLED BLANKET COVERING THE GROUND,
OVER A PLACE SO BIG THAT LOST THINGS CAN'T BE FOUND.
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE ALL AROUND US,
COME ABOARD THE LIFE BUS.

THINGS AGE AND GROW OLD,
AS NEW BEINGS GROW UP WITH TALES BEING TOLD.
FOREST GREENS, AND OCEAN BLUES,
I LOOK UP AND FOUND MY MUSE.


WE LOOK UP INTO THE MOVING  SKY,
AS THE SUN SETS SO THE MOON CAN RISE,
SHADOWS CRAWL ON THE WALLS,
THE WAVES ON THE WAVES ON THE BEACH RISES AND FALLS.

LIFE CONTINUES AND LIFE GOES ON,
WE JUST HAVE TO FOLLOW AND MOVE ON.

From the pile of gold, and diamonds in a heap,
A rumbling sound announced he awoke from his sleep
The rumbling sound grew to a shriek
And electric blue eyes took a peep

He opened his eyes, stood up on 2 legs
And the ceiling fell, because he broke the pegs
He was majestic, and certainly not a freak
And he remembered how the town used to beg


He opened his wings and looked around
yes , there it is, the puny town
He was flying up into the sky, looking for something to fry
The people of the nearby town, they frowned as they heard his sound

He burnt the town down to rubble
Now they won't give him any trouble
He soared up into the sky,
And went to look for his long lost couple.

Running through snow,
Up the mountains,
Up the cliff,
Facing the moon,
Head up, held high,
Mouth open,howling,
Silence, still night,
Trees rustle, wind blowing,
Gray, white heads, up high
Walks to bottom of cliff
Alpha looks up,
They howl,
Breaking the silent, still night

OF THE HIGHEST TREES IN THE FOREST, TUCKED IN A NEST
OF THE BLUE, BLUE SKY
OF THE BIRDS FLYING FREE
OF THE FEATHERS OF THE BLACK AND RED
OF BEING AMONGST THE BIRDS OF PREY AND PREDATORS
OF BEING THE ONE CARED FOR; FOOD AND LUXURY
OF A HUNTED, HARD LIFE; THE HARD TIMES IN YOUR GROWTH
OF THE CHALLENGES OF A BABY BIRD

THE QUESTION, OH THY! WHY BE HERE> OH THY! OH LIFE! OH BABY ROBIN!!!!

ANSWER
TO BE FREE, TO EXIST, TO LIVE A LONG LIFE, MATE AND HAVE A BABY ROBIN- LIKE YOU ONCE WERE- TO PLAY A ROLE IN LIFE. THE WORLD.

They take me from this reality,
They take me to a new galaxy.
Dragons, star ships, Bombs and castles,
Powers, Kights, Dragons and vassals.

Evil beasts and flying men,
Hungry monsters inside dens.
Fire raging on battle fields,
the names that history reveals.

Sacred names and old information,
secrets and jammed communications.

Books.
they take me away from this reality.

Sadness, Sorrow,Anger, Fear,
The feeling that you just want to disappear.
Hiding under covers, and crying at night,
or talking with others, feeling all right.

Mental gears that click and turn,
sometimes it's cool and sometimes it burns,
with out it we would never get far,
the feelings are our metal cars.

SO many decisions.
tears.
laughter.
Shaking fists.

But they give us life.
Feelings.