Sad like a Lion
With tears like  a clown
Lonely in his jungle
An observer wears no crown.

Celestial in the rough,
Cut to perfection
With the absence of affection,
Till i dim enough.

And the crows caw,
The sky dark blue.
Heavy with vapour
That quickens into dew,
Then it drops.

The ball pops
Hope, like a rabbit,
Away it hops.