Sky is Falling
sky is falling.
And Henny Penny is nowhere to be found.
is no bright blue cartoon sky,
no pop-up green grass.
a grey horizon with a single black cloud
drifting like a hole in the sky.
later, I watch rain disappear from the radar,
watch the sun blink through the clouds.
I feel like some dumb chicken,
panic knocking against my purple chicken heart,
seed of some silly fear
planted deep in my tiny bird brain.