Poetry

Wednesday, 3 March 2021

Mosquito Cloud

 Mosquito, mosquito cloud

After the rain hovering


Feathers mobile

Little ant wings

After the rain

Angels sing


Mosquito, down on the swamp

Up on the hill listen to the thump

Beating down rain drops jump

Splash up from the ground

Like a spring


Mosquito, mosquito cloud

mobile on invisible string

Jog up and down

By the invisible hand

The same one that claps aloud


What's that sound that I hear now

Just the sound of one hand clapping


Mosquito cloud before the thunderstorm

Waking aloud to the moist and warm

Crackling like the voice of thunder

Mosquito flys in radar under


Bombs me now from the breaking skies

Heaven has broken, its banks open wide

Down rushes rivers of rain

Mosquitoes know in their hive brain

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