AFoxNamedCoyote

I once knew a cop by the name of Pete A copper, a copper His manners were perfect and couldn't be beat Was proper, was proper He was a nice guy-- Couldn't hurt a small fly Without him, the force: incomplete. This copper was really the nicest I knew So pleasant, so pleasant I'd always give Peter the finest I'd brew A present, a present He'd say, "Hi!" with a smile, Make my life worthwhile We were friends -- Inseparable, us two. But on one summer morning, while out on his beat, Discerning, discerning An average day, aside from the heat Was burning! Was burning! He found a drunk driver A prison survivor Out on bail, but he'd catch this cheat!

All is dulled in shades of blue grey, and black Slight lines Very slight lines fall, wetting the sidewalk. Dew gathers again on garden leaves Dew, like in the morning when the very tips of the sun's fingers gently touch upon them. The leaves turn a deeper green A livelier green while the rest of the world runs, hides from the rain. I walk out, I let the rain wash me away. Rain pitter-patters again on the sidewalk, splashing, making small ripples in the puddles. It runs down my face, wetting my hair Dampening my clothes but I don't care. Rain, don't leave Don't come again another day Keep falling, Keep washing everything away. Dancing acro

Crickets chirp, mosquitoes buzz, bullfrogs croak in the distance. Footsteps sound-- The crunch of grass The rustle of leaves. I stride over the shaded green, silent, gliding across the meadow. Shadows conceal my face from the full moon, but I have nothing to hide. I come, my soul laid bare under the night sky, beneath the stars' unbiased judgment. I raise my arm and beckon The crickets cease their cacophony. And when I lower it their sound begins anew. I let the night music flow around me Let my nocturne drift up to the sky. I direct my song upwards, set it free, Hold it up so it can fly. Violins and cellos sound through the night breeze,