Assignment five #writing201
prompt: fog
Today’s form: elegy(elegiac couplets)
Today’s device: metaphor
The sun blinked as the dark cloud rudely
crossed her path.
The birds took flight to their nest and the squirrels scampered
to their hiding the place.
The cloud spared no thought for the wandering man under the oak tree
who had nowhere to run.
Her tears rolled down, for her heart mourned
the loss of the fallen stars.
The man under the oak tree could not understand;
his foggy mind hoping Noah’s ark would come
to take him to safety, from the sad cloud whose teardrops
threatened to ruin his rest.
*dedicated to the wanderers and homeless *
Amity 