Rain is coming.
I can smell its sweet whiff on the breeze.
A storm prowls out there
beyond my eyes power to see.
But dark clouds hunker in the fore:
the storm's vanguard.
The birds know it's coming.
They've vacated the skies
to...
I know not where.
There once was a mischievous macaque
with a knack for invading knapsacks.
When a zipper stuck,
'twas his terrible luck
to get locked in a trunk & run out of snacks.