the ruled

The Ruled


I big bird appeared on the sky it was hungry and ate
the day, all around us the murky, a mist that swirled
around moist and cold. We feared the worst and asked
how can we live when there is no day nor night?
Awesome silence, we had no screen to look at no one
told us what to do and when, now the churches were
full of people seeking freedom from thoughts.

Bishops and priests grew hopeful, dressed in finery,
this was the time of the clerics, masters now they
made many morally intolerant rules that were hard to
follow. Till a shiny day appeared on the horizon and
the bird disappeared. Scientists rule Ok, vicars are
butt of jokes; yet deep within us there is a doubt
the day eating bird may exist, just bidding its time…