The clouds in the sky
Are grey in mood
No blinding rays of sunshine
Peep through and smile upon us
Crows squawk and sigh
Circling in search of unwanted scraps
Black ants below scurrying with their umbrellas
Brace themselves for the impending down pour
God and his army of angels
Gaze with amazement from above
At all the black ants scurrying
Living their complicated lives
© 2011 Aliyeopoems
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