He cowers in fear,
of what grows near.
The waves ascend,
but he descends.
He cries alone,
Like a dog in distress.
So, throw him a bone,
when you see him aggress.
Suddenly he has a grip,
for a Phoenix finally gave him a tip.
He feels he doesnt need to abscond,
and does not feel like he's gone.
But just as quickly as it came,
it left him with a quick boom.
Alas, who are you to blame,
for all he did is die a crazed loon.
