When the Storms Come by Andy Macleod

I wonder where the birds and butterflies go when the storms come

Their fragile delicate wings pulled tight

Huddled in hollows through the stormy night

And as the storm rages I wonder whether

They will ever

Fly again on a bright sunny day

Do they wonder at the storm?

As it rages through the dawn

Waiting and clinging

Hoping it will end

Or do they wonder that it will never end

And the storm is destined inevitably

To one day

Throw them completely away

Andy Macleod is a writer, poet and thinker. He is studying a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in Literature and Writing, at Edith Cowan University. He enjoys short story writing and his poems have been published in two non-fiction books. He lives, works and studies in the Southwest of Western Australia.