By Lola Ulvog
The raven ran off with some food
His name is Telly, but he is rude!
My feet cry blistering tears,
My shoulders sweat while the skin sears.
My oatmeal is crunchy, I wonder why,
Could it be the sand in everything of mine?
Hips and back are bruised,
Legs are feeling over used.
Stars are plentiful and bright,
Shining through the dark blanket of night.
No noise insults my ears,
Just the frogs, birds, and snake I fear.
I can walk freely without a care,
I can drink pure water and breathe sweet air.
lf there is a heaven I must be close,
If nature were a drug I’d overdose.