Although I am but Dust and Ashes

Outside not far

The sky is grey

The light a tainted red.

See creatures flee and people fear

For in the heat of midday sun

Wild fires do run.

Big clouds of smoke rise up and up

For light, slight winds

Produce bright gleams

From out the flames that we all see.

Above our heads like fireflies

Great planes and copters rush.

They quickly move to drop the water

We hope will cool this heat.

Yet closer, closer still it seems

While we just wait for when it shall be done
Or when at last we too shall run

With bags and kittens all at once.


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