thunder and lightning

the sky outside crackles and crinkles and crashes.

two delicate little birds
are sheltered by their
brave and
(beautifully) grey
mother.

i spend my evenings
wondering if it is possible
for a bird
to swallow
the sky
while it sleeps,
or if the stars
would dance
way too
magically
for any
wee tree-pigeon
to get
the chance.

the rain keeps falling
down
and a jazz band
begin to play
in the green, green grass
of our forest.