Wouldn't it be nice
For once
To entangle yourself in the
Urge to help others?

There's no shortage of souls here
That could use someone like you

I believe therefore I become

Believe then act accordingly

Trembling twisted tyrannical
My senses
Livid like a beehive

Five forlorn fugitives...
take tender and subtle sips of tea...

together they camp, this lone night
stars their only source of luminescence

Forgiveness for their crimes...
are what germinates their brains...

Pray and pray they will....

Grit
Grime
One hell of a time

It's short, our stay
Our numbered days

They flutter...
And suddenly....

Wrinkles!?

Then....****....time to go

So...

Be free, for goodness sakes...
Be you....

It's all that matters....

Our sweet brother owl sits up on his tree
occasionally he lets out a sharp melody
All the notes, he lets out
are sturdy and stout
and quite loud, if you really ask me

The Owl listens closely
while that distinct howl
echoes through valleys that have no name
Nameless....
Same as the rest of mankind
"deny them love" posted on billboards
screamed out so that the whole galaxy can hear

All the while, he sits and he smiles

The Owl watches....patiently...