Mom loves you and a Willow tree

Mom loves you

the humble boy left home at dawn
the cool winds were piercing his flesh and bones
he hiked a great distance up the mountain trail
at long last he spotted the ibex
he pulled a rifle out of his sack
lined it up right on its heart
so the poor thing wouldn’t suffer
the boy felt very sad
it was for his sick mother.

a Willow tree

by the little pond
drizzling like the most charming rain
embracing the hazing gloom