
A Spunku:
Killed my tail and ears
Left them on a pile of wires
A night’s work is done

Spunk enjoying his favorite funky tunes on the Fender speaker

Sun shines through window
Spunk’s between flower and the sun
He’s looking guilty

December Moon hung in the clouds with Mars
Reminiscing about times gone by
Mars recounted all the wars, almost too many to count
The Moon thought of peaceful times, few and far between
“Inflicting misery and woe are the ways of men,” reminded Mars
“Nothing can be done!”
December Moon hung alone in the trees at dawn
“My peace be with you!”
