Shadow

I am sevenish
A guest with some
Cousin I wake in the
Night listening to a
Thunderstorm but
Watching limbs
Of a tree on a
Wall twitch in
The wind a
Streetlight
Behind
Gives light
To make the
Shadow branches
Dance and I wonder
At the color prism
That bends light
Thinking if the
Shadows of a
Color prism
Were over
The streetlight
Would the shadow
Branches be a rainbow.