OLD FRIENDS

…a poem for a cloudy day

The Mouse and the Lion

The sun owns the sky

Magnificent and powerful

Brilliant and hot

At least until one fluffy, cotton candy ball

Of ghostly, grayish white

Like a scurrying, frightened, house mouse

Swallowing whole

The majestic king of beasts

And it’s huge, golden mane

Devours the perfect star

And all of its warmth and prospect

With one thoughtless clamping 

Of petite, marshmallow jaw

And, for a while, the sky holds nothing 

Only the cloud

And the Shadow

And the tell-tale silver lining

The only evidence 

Of the perfect crime