4 July 2012
In Feather's domain,
The rain was a fright,
It was drenching the streets,
Not a dry patch in sight!
Rivers down roads,
And torrents of wet,
All in the 'summer',
As bad as it gets?
Feather was sad,
For the rain was torrential,
She'd tried to have joy-
But rain's so influential.
The streets were awash,
With the heavens' down pour,
And still the sky threw down,
More, more... And more.
She'd seen more than enough,
In a life time - or five,
It was a wonder her home,
Was even alive.
For up in the North,
Where this kitten hid,
The rain was a massacre,
Without even a lid.
It yelled and it shrieked,
And Feather curled up,
Deep in her covers,
With a steaming, hot cup.
Her tail and fur quivered,
She shivered and sighed,
Outside she could hear-
That the weather still cried.
And yet there was nothing,
That Feather could do,
But hope for a change soon;
It's nothing new.
Feather & The Rain. • Opuss № I