Two Tales

The sky is dark and stormy
I’m very lost for words.
The darkness makes it seem like
The sky is full of birds.

It’s really just the clouds there;
They cover up the sky.
Yet just like swooping sparrows
They float along up high.

The skies have burst and opened
Now drops are raining down.
And though they’re only water
I taste them and I frown.

Our air is quite polluted
The drops taste just like wee—
That poured down from the heavens—
That saturated me.

(This poem contains two stories. The second is read by reading only the even-numbered lines)

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9 thoughts on “Two Tales

  1. This made me laugh! I had a bird poop on me once. My nephew witnessed it and he brings it up everytime we see each other. I know this will eventually be one of those stories shared at my funeral. Wow, this just took a dark turn. Hmm. Anyway, I loved your poem!
    Mona

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