Facade

On a cold drizzling day,
There was a birth, not Still, lovely,
Ululations broke the ridge,
It was one of the many occasions,
Bringing new life to the dormant volcano,
The birds were chirping, the crickets would dance,
The elders sat in a row, drinking merrily,
The grizzlies couldn’t quench their thirst,
As the cry cut across the ridge melancholically,
The women couldn’t help but smile and chant,
It was a day of feasting,
But his bleeding scars left him stranded,
It was on such a day that.