Friday 17 June 2011

There's no Fluff!

Swollen damp cotton balls have clustered over the horizon, conspiring over their own death today.

They've clumped their heads together with a shared fate, waiting for a cue from thunder's battle-cry.

Without trepidation they bash and botch at their neighbor's faces, leaving trails of liquid anger from the sky.

There are wars even in heaven. There's one every other day.


But for the flotilla of impatient people... Can anyone think beyond that traffic jam!?