The trees started to cry tears of gold

Their orange casing shed uncontrolled

The black rain, like acid on him, dropped

The toxic bleeding, the cat couldn't stop

As life went on, having no empathy

The black cat wished to seek no sympathy

Still, the white butterfly pulled him closer

And he licked his wound, in her shelter

While the rainbow butterfly fluttered 'bout

While her mind was not clouded with doubt

While the peacock was savoring his catch

While he was relishing his perfect match

The black cat moved on with a heavy mind

The white butterfly, to him, tried to bind

The feelings immersed, seemed Painless

The senses paralyzed, seemed Heartless