The Finding Of Friends

The Panda

A lost little panda growing up all alone,

Sits thinking on a log, still like a stone.

Having dreams and seeing them stall.

Knowing that one day he would fall;

Until he looked up and saw three lights,

All distant at first but soon growing bright.

 

The Hawk

A tired young hawk alone in the skies,

“The clouds float freely by,” she cries.

She flies free enough but is held by fear

“Away! Away! I must be away from here”

In the distance she sees a little gleam,

She flies to the light and then she beams.

 

The Wolf

A wandering wolf looks at the lonely moon,

She wonders why it hangs there in the gloom.

And why it never gives off its inner light,

Just sitting there trying to brighten the night.

In the distance she hears a fading call,

She heads to the source with hope after all.

 

The Cat

A calm cat makes her way through the day,

Looking for a nice new place for her to stay.

From door to door she goes to and fro,

Not living large but staying down low.

She catches a scent that draws her to a place,

Where the air is nice and there are mice to chase.

 

The Meeting

The lost little panda sitting alone on a log,

Deep within the center of a self made bog.

Looks up when wings beat the summer air,

On the log beside him a hawk sits there.

Then a wolf wanders to his side and howls,

A sound so happy that a cat soon follows.

 

The End

The Panda still sits there, though no longer alone,

The log is finally full like a four person throne.

The old bog dried up, and the fears did fade,

The call was answered and a home was made.

So now in the warmth the friends still sit,

Each no longer alone and each glad for it.