I
And as it walks across the land
With bright sparking legs
The lightning leads the thunder
II
The static of lightning
Between two hands
And they cannot touch
A thing
III
The old oak tree still stands
Dark and slightly bent
From the crack of the lightning
IV
The animals know what it means
When the lightning comes
V
He strikes with lightning
Because then there is fear
Without a face
And with force
VI
It waits
Shooting among the clouds
The lightning baits its prey
As a cat
VII
As lightning does
Quick and brilliant
We have come
And we go
A.M. Kennedy is a graduate of the University of South Florida. She lives in the perpetual sunshine of Florida where she enjoys writing a range of fiction from dystopian to horror. Occasionally she is aided by her two loveable muts and insidious feline.
