Cower

Squalls send seagulls flapping away, billowing Nimbus bides his war ‘til darkness. Throaty caws from the sinews of a power line mark the claps of his raucous call. Phoenix flies from the depths of black, hair flying to windward grasp. Teeth bared with fire-lit eyes. Night – day - night again. Face chilled by frosty glass. Rain slashes while I endure the washing of my panes.