The view from here

In my view a cloudy sky.
I gaze up.  Dark, it looms down on me,
threatening and full of hatred.
It spits a spear.  The warning lands near
my feet.

The laden carriers race across the sky.
Tumbling over and over
like a sea of soldiers.
Warriors ready for battle, raging, angry.
Determined to conquer.

Running, hurtling towards me
spears raised!
With one cry they pounce.
Every spear hits the ground with random accuracy.
The roar is deafening.  I hide.

The ground is transformed.
Dry, dusty earth now rivers of blood.
Puddles form, birds return home
and flowers hunker down.
But the best is yet to come.

The view from here is changing.
In a warning from the sun, the clouds disperse.
The ground drinks the blood and life once again courses
through the veins of the flowers.  Birds fly
and the air smells fresh and sweet.

Ellen Turner, 18 May 2020