This is what they believe:

This is what they believe:

The sun will come up

The stars will show down

no broken bones

peace from wars

all their wishes will come true

And yet:

broken buildings

bloody fights

daring soldiers

die at night

The first thing you learn

is Peter Pan

and Tinker Bell

Can't live without

you believing

And yet, hope

fails you

with the things

that haunt mankind

and that is why

I'm leaving

FALL

Orange and yellow and red,

Erasing the green grass,

As the leaves dance off the big, brown branches,

Leaving them bare.

The bare trees don't dance in the wind,

They sit.

For their job is now done.

Now every leaf has fallen,

The only green that is left,

Are the mighty evergreens.

The orange and yellow and red,

Resting on the ground,

Are now covered in a thick, white blanket.

Owl on the Hunt

Swooping, diving, faster than ever,

the darkness engulfs me, this pretty little blur of colors.

Flying back home to that sweet hole in the tree,

the chicks are waiting once again.

Always so frightening, I have never seen so many,

with their scary long legs and no wings at all!

Whooping, exclaiming, pointing at me, only as I come by.

Then I see dinner, there on the grass.

This is the only reason I accept their presence.

Another ball of fluff, laying in the yard.

As I swoop down with ease like the cool summer breeze,

I almost feel sorry.

I pick him up, he seems so helpless,

but now, my chicks will be happy.