I want to paint a hyena howling with laughter in a graveyard full of cold heartless spirits watching over him  like a dog watching its bone.

I want to paint a dog wagging its tail as quickly as a runner would set off in a marathon,rolling in the tea green grass, painting like it has run up a hill and back down 5 times, happily smiling like me when there is pizza in the oven.

I want to paint a koala a fluffy,adorable koala hanging off a strong tree  happily like it was its last day alive ,eating Eucalyptus leaves

I want to paint a horse,a black aribian  stallion   galloping through the woods a fast as a SSC Tuatara ,his rider’s hair gliding through the wind yet soundless.

I want to paint the sound of a wolf howling slowly in the cold breeze,the darkness of the night covering him  in the  woods in front of the white soundless moon next to its family.

I want to paint the end of this poem .