If That Day Ever Arrives

Kittens and rabbits, monkeys and clowns

Peacocks, pups and roving butterflies

All lay stuffed, beneath the pile

That life keeps on accumulating

They plead and screech, meow and whine

To let them out, once in a while

Will crawl back they say, under the pile

Once they had, their share of light

Want to fly in winds, swing on trees

Search for rainbows, steal its tinge

Pluck stars from sky, for just a thrill

Tickle the moon, watching with a frown

Till he shakes with boyish laughter

I too smile and nod my head

Will leave you out, one day for sure

If that day ever arrives

Whispers silently, the pile of stuff