The little squirrel enjoyed its nutty meal
Happy it squealed
The preying bird perched high in the tree
Happy, enjoyed its meal
As the squirrel squealed its last
While the little squirrel lived its nutty fruity dream

Sleep is a comfort
It stops all the madness that fills my mind and ends the grueling existence I've found myself in
But, sleep does not come easy
Turning my brain off is like pulling the prey out of a lion's mouth
Thoughts dig their talons in and I can't find rest
Memories flood in like waters during a hurricane and I toss and turn
I long for that moment of complete exhaustion when the black wall goes up and things can't get in. Finally complete darkness.

Submerged to its' eyes,
Crocodiles hunt their prey.
It is very still.

The hungry Lion,
kneels down as it hunts its' prey,
cunning in its' ways.

An Anaconda,
captures it's prey, then eats it,
swallowing it whole.