And as it walks across the land

With bright sparking legs

The lightning leads the thunder



The static of lightning

Between two hands

And they cannot touch

A thing



The old oak tree still stands

Dark and slightly bent

From the crack of the lightning



The animals know what it means

When the lightning comes



He strikes with lightning

Because then there is fear

Without a face

And with force



It waits

Shooting among the clouds

The lightning baits its prey

As a cat



As lightning does

Quick and brilliant

We have come

And we go



by A.M. Kennedy



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.

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