Cloudsuicide

Family of little bunnies

parted by air

dancing with the breeze

and the traction of aeroplanes

One hefty grandpa

suffers an existential crisis

contemplates death of self

Worried, he looks misty and dark

and immobile

how will his kin survive, without him,

the stratospheric turmoil?

He gathers them around

one last time

briefs them about the mass exodus

Explains to them his plan will fail

if they don't dive together

Naive father-mother, innocent bubbly children
tie themselves to one another

All three generations say a little prayer

unbuckle their seat belts and jump souther

Rapidly, tumbling down

running away from the hole in the sky

galloping through air

they've swallowed distance completely

When they fall on my parched skin

in rain and hail and sleetly

I look up at the sky

This is no ordinary noise

but thunderous applause

Grandpa, you've finally reached your destiny

and this suicide seems to be the probable cause.