Sky's Eyes

The sky has those eyes again
And I’m not so sure I like the look.
The green around the purple swelling
Looks so vile and menacing
That, even if it’s softer blues were to show,
I’d still be scared.

And I’d much prefer the bored,
Even if more depressing, gray.
At least I’d know that it might
Be cold or even snow then,
Right now I have no clues as to
What that look might mean,
And if you ever had those eyes
I’d be so scared.

I honestly don’t know how
So many puffs of clouds
Or flying scrambles of birds
Can stand all that bruised,
Ugly mass in those eyes,
And I am sure I don’t like the look.