All night long last night

Sky filled quite bright

With lightning bolts

Crackling air, unsold



Except to dog, bought

End of world, nought

Between thunderclaps

Shook this way and that



Trembling, quite scared

Sensed her world layered

Ending once the house

Gave way to it all, at last



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:45am Monday, June 1st, 98