Me mate Podge does not consider I comprehend
thunder ‘n lightening - his idea is to hide between
my feet ‘n nothing I say makes it any better; if an
obvious suggestion, I am told turn on my hearing
aides so I can share what he’s going thru; & true,
a bit noisy, windows rattle, there’re distant booms
so maybe until it settles down we’ve an unstated
need to think about shifting rooms and finding us
a bed to hide under - but is this th’ Podge we see
a nemesis to any Bureau of Meteorology; doesn’t
need access to radar to suggest there’s imminent
inclemency - samples wind vectors, magnetism &
air pressure, ‘n somehow with that suave efficacy
belying his tendency to be a wuss - guesses it
And frankly - it still amazes me
© 14 November 2015, I. D. Carswell
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