It was spring and snow was falling

All the strays were caterwauling

There the trees lay bare and barren

As the rabbits left their warren.

There the robins broke their beaks

Where the squirrels left rosy streaks

Across the pavement in the noon

When the monsters drove on through

All their feelings bled to nothing

Soaked the dirt and kept on crushing

Up the pretty flowers blue

Until the creatures saw and knew

Just how the world was dark and dead

Before they learnt they could have fled

And so, what saved them from the skies

Was the sadness in their eyes.