THE OPERA

The sky is all wound-up today,

Proffering blue skies here

And black clouds there.

Sunrays whirl piercing the black,

A stage set for an opera.

Amethyst raindrops, lavender light,

A cast of sparrows, robins and magpies.

A woodpecker feasts on juicy worms,

Concealed in daffodils and sparkling grass.

Mad gusts of wind roar in from the west

Like a big bad wolf with better breath.