Angels, Not Devils

Fluffy black pom poms scatter across the ground.

Their dreams erupt as the thump of danger steps towards them.

Will they fade, as soon as another one steals away?

No more little fangs of grey?

Olive-green leaves flutter across the sky.

The trees warmly hug them, protect them from the cold.

Will they fade away, as soon as another one steals away?

No more little fangs of grey?

The shaking shallow soil flows in Mother Nature's harsh breath.

Do you want them to feel this way?