Pale white moon shines Down on Colorado Hide my dirty secrets Down here in the shadows Where the quaking aspens Tremble in the snow Haul me up the hillside Hold me high and let me go
Let me fall down through my own roof like a meteorite Let the world and all its wonders leave me to my toys tonight And my ninety-six inch Television screen Let me die, let me die Surrounded by machines
High winds knocked the power out last night But I’ve got my own supply here All my windows blaze with light And the light spills through the windows To the empty plain below Finds nothing but some trees And six fresh feet of snow
And I find a broadcast station that’s signed off for the night And the static floods the speakers in glorious black and white On my ninety-six-inch television screen Let me die, let me die Surrounded by machines
This week at Farm Sanctuary: Spring has sprung (well, sort of)!
It’s the first week of spring, and residents of our New York Shelter are already seeing very early signs of warmer days ahead. But until then, nature has equipped our woolly, furry, and feathered friends with warm insulation to keep them cozy during the last weeks of chilly weather. And we’re more than happy to provide extra amenities, like warm, dry straw, heated areas throughout the farm, and toasty coats for our more vulnerable residents!