The only one here who’s unamused with any
forecasters rhetoric is the dog; he’s confused
by thunder, and lightening isn’t his first choice
for entertainment - but to escape it ain’t really
a choice as there’s nowhere soundproofed to
a degree that would mean hiding out with his
equanimity intact - so he’s lurking beside the
rubbish bin next to the kitchen door ‘asleep’
When I indicated all the birds were still at it -
entertaining each other in the trees he chose
to ignore me; a pointed gesture of how dumb
are you implied in his swift departure inside -
and absence from his place beside my chair
says it all - there’s no decency in you mate
So I’m sitting here listening to the shush of a
gentle rain while thunder rumbles out where
the birds complain they need more moisture
than this if they’re to get a decent bath; well -
its my guess what they’d say if a dearth of it
recently's worth such an erudite observation
© 27 August 2014, I. D. Carswell
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