Thunder Hunger

Kieron

It has a fork, blue handled,

that flashes when it strikes.

But now, its belly, bulging

through folds of cloud,

is the only sight.

Its slow slouch

slides across the sky.

But rumbles run within.

Is it...done? I wonder, cautiously.

It surely wouldn't even see

so small a piece

of meat

as

me?

  • Author: Kieron (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2024 16:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Quemis

    I like the consistency of the metaphor.

    : )

    • Kieron

      Thank you!

    • Thomas W Case

      Great imagery.

      • Kieron

        Thank you, Thomas.



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