HOW LIKE HUMAN
Upset again by thunder and a storm,
this crazy dog takes hiding; sheltered
in a corner, beneath a table, shaking.
Much like everything else, with noise.
The birds are gone, to their own leeward
hunkering under limb or branch. We shan't
upset them any more than this, those now
creatures of this Lordly kingdom : Though
we do much. We hammer and saw; fell
tall trees. Mask play-intent with childish
bent and fracture fireworks in the night.
To someone's moronic delight.
(Oh dear dog, I cannot speak your
language, though if I did there'd
be plenty to say, and for sure).
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