The Storm
By Len Morgan
Ominous rumbling then
daggers of light
Whip through the darkness,
in the dead of night
The dog lies cowering, he’s
panting in dread
Seeking my protection,
under the bed
A hissing patter, at the
windowpane
Hits a crescendo,
overflows the drain
Then night becomes day, so
fleeting and bright
followed by a crash, oh my
what a sight!
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Len Morgan
I like this little poem, reminds me of my Yorkshire Terrier, long gone but never forgotten.
ReplyDeleteIn the 2nd line of the first verse you could also say 'in the dead of night'....works both ways.
Shelley.
Yea!
DeleteYeah! Anyone who has or had a dog scared of the rumblings and power of the gods will relate to this
ReplyDeleteNothing worse than a Shiht zu scared dog. Although my last little
ReplyDeleteShihtzu was fearless. Loved going outside and barking at the fireworks. He thought he was a guard dog.