We are flying into the storm

For the first time I see

How lightning looks from the sky

Jagged white streaks

Whitening the clouds

In grey and black

Like a tube-light gone amok.

The captain announces turbulent skies

But we are landing soon

And I wonder…

If lightning strikes a bird as it flies

Does it feel it’s wings singe,

Or out of the blue (or black)

Does it merely drop?