There is a ball of fur
upon my lap
that likes to purr
every single day

There is an old 4 wheeler
the color of a rusty gray
he goes down my road
every single day

The 4 wheeler went by
early this morning
now my lap is empty
every single day

The trees and the wind got into a fight
They blew everything down
That hopeless night
That the rainforest would fall

The wind began to argue
And the trees began to fight
They drew an audience
And the frogs stared in fright

The trees losed their strength
But alas the wind does not
And soon the trees are down
And the wind has the trees caught

The trees bowed down there branches
As they called out for there life
But they wind only answered  
With a flash of her lethal knife.

The wind laughed in triumph
As she surveyed the scene
And collapsed in her pain
For without the trees
there'd be no wind

I had an itch
in my eye
it hurt a lot
I will not lie

I looked in the mirror  
and then I saw
a little black speck
upon my eye ball

I lay the book down
So fragile
I get to work on my patient right away
and begin the operation

I cut open the spine
and remove the cover
I add new glue
and redo the stitches

I let it dry
now it is all done
and ready to be devoured
and read

I found a baby snapping turtle
by the muskrats pond

He fit in the palm of my hand
not inch more long

I set him back on the ground
and when he crawled away

I felt the tears upon my eyes
I had wanted him to stay

There is a ball of fur
upon my lap
that likes to purr

I used to lay down on my back
and watch them fly
their feathers black

If I were up there I would think
Id be a raven among the crows
Thats what I thought
as I watched them shrink

I laid there on the ground
when I heard a twitch among the grass
he had landed right next to me
and sang me a song

He sang me a song
or at least that's what I thought
when he attacked
his feathers black

He pecked a hole
right in my eyes
and left me screaming
bye and bye

I will never again be able to
lay on my back
and watch them fly

the ravens
with there feathers black