We were such good friends
We laughed and played together
Too bad we grew up

The air that you breath
And the sun upon your brow
Neath nature's blue vault
Is free for all and sundry
Yet tis more precious than gold

Little birds outside
Hopping on snow, after crumbs
A cat lurks, watching

a ****** Thursday
pain and horror meted out
it is time for us
to heal the wounds inflicted
and heal the wounds that led to
twisted misguided souls that
**** indiscriminately
or all too personally
raging or cold as a fly
more often armed to the teeth
a decision must be made
if not, we are doomed to have
blood on all our hands