Happy Hens

Happy Hens

The hens were happy.

Across the valley
the church rested on the sky line
sculpted in an uncertain light.

Suddenly, the clouds lift and part; a safety curtain winched away
and in their place, brightening slowly -
a rainbow - so wide – so wide –
only a shoulder showing.

But as the light of the sun strengthens it is clear -
not one, but five – five rainbows,
joined in a chorus, parading across the sky,
the colours shifting and fading –

I wondered if anyone else was watching the same show
and whether it had ever been staged before,
or would be again.

A cool Autumn shower fell on my shoulders.

TJW