Clouds Turn into Sheep, Put Cities to Sleep by BP

After the passing of a previously undiscovered comet, clouds all around the world have morphed into sheep, which are now flying over our cities, putting anyone that looks at them into a deep slumber, from which they can only be awoken by having 12 fl oz(355 mL) of Dr. Pepper poured onto their face.

The sheep clouds look like any average sheep but they are many times larger, varying in shades of whites and grays. Looking at the sheep with the naked eye will result in falling into a deep sleep. The first reports came in around sunrise from all over the world, however they were few and far between due to the slumber that many eye witnesses were placed under. The comet supposedly emitted some kind of mystical radiation, which caused the clouds to morph. At the moment, there has not been a clear motive identified for the sheep, although some experts speculate that it could be a malicious attempt to have the citizens of Earth waste their worldly drink, Dr. Pepper.

Four Poems, A Metaphor, A Metaphor Poem, Two More Poems by BP

Poem #1

Red and white mailboxes

Scatter the streets

Letters from loved ones

Invitations

Bills

Junk mail

Incoming, outgoing

My neighbor passed me

And asked me if I was ok

Because I was just sitting on the sidewalk

Writing a poem about a mailbox

I was like, yeah I’m just fine

Poem #2

Carrying me fast or slow

Dirty soles and knotted laces

Nothing special

Just some shoes

I’d rather go barefoot

Poem #3

Dewy grass, tickling my toes

The softest breeze

Construction equipment

Distrusting the sounds

Of birds and crickets

The wind in the leaves

Poem #4

Branches bending over the bench

I’ve seen a woman here

Fixing the bushes

Planting

The sun glinting off the lake

Birds gliding

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Metaphors~

Heart of stone

Mountain of love

War is a nightmare

Love is like finding your favorite song

A school of fish

Tears are floods, when the dam is opened

Jaws of life

Tornado of thoughts, a spiral, destruction bound

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Metaphor poem

Tornado of thoughts

A spiral

Destruction bound

Swirling what if’s

Clouding my reality

Worries and fears exposed

The wind ripping off the roof of a house

Safe places open to the elements

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I know it’s irrational

Not a big deal

But the storm grows

Grows

Grows

Until it’s a funnel cloud

Ripping its way through me

The sirens go off

Danger is at my front door

I’m out in the open

Tears mix with rain

No shelter from the storm

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Breathe

The storm will pass

I know this

But in the moment

My world is crashing down

And there’s nothing I can do but wait it out

The clouds clear

Check the damages

Broken branches and trees

Debris scattered across my mind space

Piece myself back together

Prepare for the next storm