Clouds poetry

Every thing kisses dust

The bee descending like a fallen
Angel from the sky, plunge face first then
Body was swallowed by the dirt,
A child chicken then came through under
The gate later like some inspector, uninvited/just
Curious of a boom that did not make a sound
No split of houses and no tress hissed,
But I don't know again if the chicken saw the bee,
Lying like Lucifer on the grown wings broken/I think/believed the bee ego to big, to see
The chicken like human i imagine replied glance &
"Huh you too? Aren't we all going somewhere,
at the end of the day, The grave."
I don't know again like/vague my mind
But the bee ignore us both me a watcher/observer
The now vanish chicken who probably already gotten eaten by showing itself like dinner at neighbors hungry door step, but surprise when caught. Still the bee ignored every sign if there was one and tried to make broken
Wings fly buzz the engine, thinking
Once it's higher it can never reach low but,
Like everything fate proved that bee wrong.
-ashes poetry

Was inspired by a bee I saw flying down
That hit the car I was sitting on then falling on the floor And the chicken lol we have alot of chickens through our neighbor hood that be running around so yh, I kind of felt sorry for that bee I don't know,
Hope you all are doing well xoxo -Ashley.