cry baby wails

I paint black some beetles and oil
up some snails
Outside a cat calls in sad cry baby
wails

The rain hammers down, how I
love the rain so
I regard all my treasures and will
them to go
To live and replenish their
dwindling time
Silly I know, oh this sad brain of
mine but,

I lIke to imagine them thriving out
there
Unique in their strangeness and
free in earth's air
I like to imagine there's still
enough time
For nature to flourish, for earth to
be fine so,

I wish for them something most
humans can't give
The respect they deserve and the
freedom to live
A safety from cultures that only
know kill and,
I may be quite mad but there...
This is my will