Afternoon Storm

Afternoon Storm Stormy was the afternoon, And there were rows on rows Of anxious birds roosting on city wires. Doves as still as a Hallowe’en moon, Sparrows like targets at the fair, Fluffed, feeling prickly in the air. Thunder burst, and they murmured, Unmoving in the torrent of rain, But feeling no pain. Quiet, quiet, the birds became, Now glistening drops shown on emerald grass, A lone calico was seen to pass When suddenly all flew as if signaled Signaled by an unseen flag. Speeding to their respective nests. The storm had passed.