It is quiet, save for the birds that pour out sweet songs from their open beaks,
The trees, whispering in hushed tones, dancing in the gentle breeze,
The cat that lies out on the newly-constructed patio, soaking up the golden sky,
Until suddenly, everything stops, and then
A yellow knife threatens to tear the sky in two.
The birds are silent, rushing to shelter,
The trees scream,
The cat runs back to large owner, sprawled on sofa,
"It's all right Squid, it's only a storm."