one day the mother left her cubs,
ingnored their plea for milk, she knew they had sucked her dry.
she found a great lake where she can swim and eat all the fish in sight.
This is my new home. I lay on my back while the rain massages my belly,
the sun is always trying to catch me yet i hide in the clouds.
the birds play all my favorite songs, but they never grow old.
who, what, where are the cubs?
growing old and evil, i hope you find your way.