Sky God gets dressed
behind a grey cloud,
little window of light.
Sky god peeks out whilst slipping on his yellow socks.
Sky God puts the kettle on,
I can hear the lid of the tea pot.
Green tea for him, it makes him yearn for the jungle.
Sky God yawns and scratches a wayward feather on his eagle head.
Am I happy?
He asks himself.
Sky God picks his nose
and drops it through the clouds.
A twinge of guilt ruffles his ribs as he realises they will
blame the birds.
Sky God sits down in his cane chair
with his fine china cup and watches his creation….
he hawks but thinks twice and swallows.
Sky God lights a cigarette….a small vice
and smiles as Chief Yellow Dog
interprets the patterns of smoke.
Sky God looks down at his toenails
and wonders lightly where he last
saw the clippers….?
They must be somewhere!
Sky God finishes his tea and gets up to start his daily chores
as he does this thousands of tiny flowers fall out
of his bum……
‘I must get that seen to’ he thinks,
A worried frown upon his beaky face.
‘Oh yes….’ as he dials his doctors number, ‘better to be safe than sorry.’