“What do you make of it?” asked the raccoon.

“So dark this early afternoon.”

Hawk answered: “He that is in control, is a friend of mine.

I say He makes it dull to show the shine.”

Nervously the squirrel chimes in: “Those with a soul,

“Don’t seem to know He’s in control!”

“All in the Creators hands.”  squawked BlueJay.

Cardinal turning his head sharply, chirps; “His time, His way.”

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