There's a temperamental rainbow
he's seen, peeking out now and again, when
not shyly hid in cumulus cubbies.
He might, he can, win a sparkly trust,
luring it to him, between rainy bouts,
with promises of mood-altering
medication. Then, clapped with a lightning
clout, he'll stuff it in ten-gallon tubs
to struggle, bawl, and futilely fill
his deviant's plan. For in that muffle
of tinted pleas, its droppered breath will
condense against lids clamped-down tight,
and bottoms can collect sunny flavors
he needs to slather on the lolling
tongue of his too humdrum day-to-day.
This is the third day of NaPoWriMo. The ReadWritePoem.org prompt for today is to write about your fears. Well, who isn't afraid of rainbow abduction?