Under The Weather

Watch out, lost pet

there's a storm closing in!

A gray cloud

has been following me-

it drivels and huffs,

like a tyrant

until every leaf starts to tremble,

and then he watches them bleed,

like icicles on a warm tree-

always blustering about something

but don't fret, dear

ink has a tendency

to umbrella any weather,

heal, little fella

my shadow will shelter you

from this tyranny

I try to ignore you

as your eyes cast their wicked stare,

and study the cracks

in the sidewalk

that leads to nowhere, somewhere,

home-

where it's safe to wrestle

with my pen,

but I can feel you

looking in on me