Somewhere, right now, a beetle lands on a window sill
Since yesterday, in a web, a wasp lies still.
The sun is setting for a couple in bed,
While it rises on a road untread.

Across the land, in a different place, a snowflake melts on a rabbit’s fur
Storm clouds moving, love-deter.
Ten-thousand raindrops grace the sky,
Ten-thousand people gone awry.

Damp in the storm, a horse tells secrets to the wind
In a business complex, thirteen computers compute and have sinned.
Shortly after, in a field, a green sea
A spider hordes the secrets in the hollows of a tree.

In the house of the couple a desperate show
Broken glass rests under the mistletoe.
Someone just now found a beetle to kill;
The hope of this world murdered on a window sill.