The birds whistle away
Tweeting favourite lullabies.
The sun has transformed
Oranging,
From her brilliant yellow hue.
She vanished,
Hiding in her room.
The day
Which once posed
In bright neon shades
Of noon,
Has tasted the shadows
Of the moon.
A slice of the moon
Flaunts herself
In the naked, neutral dark skies.
The earth rages queerly.
Vomitting a warning sign.
My mind dabbles
In its ignorant guessing
As I gaze upon
The uncertain skies.
I feel like a meteor
Might fall to the earth
Tonight.
Sometimes I feel like I can predict the next minute but it turns out I am not always right.