Of Nature

Many like rain and gray skyline shadows
as for me, a drizzle or even a light April shower
reminds me of heavy tears. Some like four seasons
something new they reason. As for me,
Autumn wind is a lost child, winter snow
a synonym for an isolated soul and an early
spring breeze, smells of camphor and tragedy.
Sunny, warm, and mild keep it even keel I say.
A number like animals that slither and hiss,
sniff and huff and scratch and bark, as for me,
I would much rather cuddle and nuzzle with a
Homo sapient. More than a few like noise,
the crowd, the hustle, the bustle, the yells, and the shrieks
and loud horns of humanity. As for me, I like my day
to go like the tick and tock of a good Swiss clock.
A smile, a handshake and a friendly serenade
would suit me just fine. Many like rain and an overcast hue.
As for me, it reminds me of the things I will never do.