O' Cats of Mud, when all thy days
Are monochrome, all done in greys
No blue or green or ruby red,
To ease the sorrows on thy head
No rainbow gold beyond the cloud,
And thy back with burden bowed,

Lay down thy burdens at our gate,
Ease thyself of sorrow's weight.
The storm will pass as does the night
And call the dawn behind it bright.
A new day, painted by the wind,
A rainbow arch, a song, a friend.

IceWolf