A grey mouth has swallowed up the sky.
It booms with maniacal laughter
Spits saliva on the roof
And dashes hail on the flowers.
It roars with a wind of dominance
And the trees cower from their regal throne
in the heavens that once caressed the space between a leaf and twig
With blue and occasional rustled whisper.
It bellows now,
Bickering the black branches
Into a writhing frenzy,
The turbulence of submission.
But chaos is restless
And soon tires of its lighting displays of authority
Preferring to leave a showering of sticks
And cautious bird call in its wake.
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