Sky Thespians

They scene change, never discolouring the sky’s stage
Amuse, bruise, goad our optimism and threaten us
Work us with sweet somethings and menace
Like players do an audience.
Strut, march and glissade from comedy to tragedy
Entertain us with suggestions of Pictionary
But cloud themes are always H²O
Their performances never watered down.

© David Lockyer