Tremble

Standing, staring up
the sky is filled with tension
in between the stars.

During the night
the noise of an animal
closes the window.

Pink clouds to the North
Sink their wispy fangs into
Frostbitten houses.

Staring into tar
preparing the morning
espresso, black.

Yellow ice lollies
crossing Hungerford Bridge
boats in the rain.

“If there is no God”
Said one bee to another
“Then who is our King?”