A Scene

Beneath the autumn sky i lay the horizon desloate in everway no drop of life left in the wood of tree no living animals do i see the flowers withered and gone to hide as winter come and life subsides the sky is clear, a brisk blue cold and here i lay with none to hold frost lays a blanket upon the ground the forest quiet with naught a sound bundeled up with in my cloths i see a wolf cub move upon the snow left to die without its pack its paws so small it leaves no tracks stumbeling, like I, alone this lonesome cub will share my home beneath the trees of bark thats bare snuggeled within our dark lair the wolf cub will grow with i both of us to learn to survive it comes and rests its head upon my skin with naught a thought of where its been the only company it can find it seems to know ill save its life The only life to be seen in every way and so beneath the setting autumn sky, we lay