~~Standing proud
He hangs out
With the clouds
Absent without
Leave
From the skies

Who surround him
Like the remnants
Of a Cuban cigar
Well received

He checks his
Reflection
In his still
Washbasin
Covered in
Scars
From weathers
Not sent
To calm

Grumbling
He sends
A warning
To his
Siblings

’Sisters, you
Are about to
Be walked
All over again

In swarms
To escape
Their manmade
Hell 
They will reach out
For your peaks

Just to sit
For a wee
While
On the bottom
Rung of the
Loft ladder
Cast down
From heaven'