The Sky Is Falling

They sky didn't melt when she shot it.
It came down in small jagged pieces and he caught it
in the corners of his eye.
Long ears splayed down,
stringy tail tucked,
he lowered his head as if to cry.
The world is easy to carry upon broad shoulders
when you bear the load every day.
But two broken hearts is a much heavier burden
than a few bales of hay.