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.