Riding Out the Storm

Little bird, so small, with mottled feathers,

I wonder if you quake upon that bouncy branch

when thunder shakes the ground,

or if you see the stormy wind

as a free ride through the sky.

inspired by:

https://amanpan.com/2024/09/10/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-mottled/

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/dark-monday-91625?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true