Eddie's Jalopy Jungle

These are the sounds
 Crackling coals and ticking clocks
 Waves of wind on clear crisp afternoon
 Animal prints blemish the snow
 A hollow drama played hours ago
 Sun's slipping under the pain
 Say goodbye to the day again
 I gaze to the red-orange ball
 As it slides behind cool black metal crane
 And wonder
 The reasons
 Why lives are hung in petty balance
 Why?
 What selfish profit justifies this?
 Storm window rattles a chilling song
 Echoes a strain that something is wrong
 Twilight shadows the barn
 Distant hooves of the pale horse come and gone
 These are the sounds
 Crackling coals and ticking clocks
 Waves of wind on clear crisp afternoon
 Sun's slipping under the pain
 Say goodbye to the day again