The White Moth Misfit

Down the grey alley to topple the view
   of the ranger
   upon the cattle lands 
Grey is not her color anymore is it?
Only in fun
For she bells and she chimes in outerspace
   for Lord and liberty and the human and alien and animal race
Perhaps I should sing her a song
"We come together", "We come in song"
"Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near
Just like me, I like to be, close to you."
Where is her snail at?
Holy fire and fur for blessing she'll bring to 
   snowflakes everywhere
When will it snow though?
For white brings silence for glory of God
But who cares anymore?
We want our lipstick and joints and car races and cash
   upside down in our britches
Lay me beside my swimming companion for the 
   currents of life.

[for midnight, bluebird snowball, little foot]