Insect – by Josh Hatcher #poetrythursday

Insect

The clouds
whisk away
the last blue
and
the
insects
mistake for night.
They scream
their orders,
Millions in
shiny black
armor…
marching, storming,
preparing to destroy…
And the clouds melt
away to a creamy
blue,
and they hush,
waiting in
their ambush.