April is National Poetry Months: Day 15
They cast themselves across the skies
In colours ranging seven
They covered the world in merry shades
As they reached out to heaven
They stretched themselves ever far
And disappeared into the clouds
Leading to a pot of gold somewhere
Under a Leprechaun’s shroud
I wondered if God had painted
The world in different hues
But changed his mind several times
Because of bad reviews
Oh what a sight they were
The rainbow silhouettes
The Ancient Birds flocked down upon me
And I was caught in their colour nets