The Sky Is Falling Poem by Chris Tusa

The Sky Is Falling



The sky is falling.
And Henny Penny is nowhere to be found.

There is no bright blue cartoon sky,
no pop-up green grass.

Only a grey horizon with a single black cloud
drifting like a hole in the sky.

Minutes later, I watch rain disappear from the radar,
watch the sun blink through the clouds.

And I feel like some dumb chicken,
panic knocking against my purple chicken heart,

the seed of some silly fear
planted deep in my tiny bird brain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chris Tusa 07 July 2005

Thanks so much for the comments!

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Raynette Eitel 11 June 2005

I read the one about Snow White first, but now I get another of my favorites and hear your version of the sky falling. Very funny, Chris. Raynette

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Chris Tusa

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