flaShY blUe

1.What simile shall I use?

   What might I address her?

   The name the people endowed

   For the power shower- RAIN?

2.The wet feathers sat quacking

   Blaming her for the rudeness,

   “You wet my wiry net

   And my fluffy lil ones”.

   The warm wings of mother

    Hugged them to her breast,

    A smooth chirp to soothe

    Fear of the resounding thunder.

3.Rising, from among the grass,

   From maggot life to glassy wings

   Climbing up the brightening sky

   The fresh drops- a boosting booze.

   The rhythm of fluttering wings

   Hailing thanks to flashy blue

   For the gift of few hours-

   The simple, joyous life on earth.