The Threat

THE THREAT One of those sultry days Rumble in the far off haze, Trouble in the sky Mountainous clouds piled high - Lightning darts spike down Here and there in the town. Gonna rain without stopping My drying sheet'll be sopping. Will I dash out and grab it ? Leap out like a rabbit? Pulse is racing across the yard Yank the sheet down extra hard Turn for home, sheet a-flapping Like a clipper with braces snapping. In the door and now the start Of lightning bolts stopping heart. Don't move an inch Maybe they won’t see me flinch. Hide under stairs, fold the sheet, Creep out when it’s all complete. Kitchen coffee soothes my feathers, Storm abates - better weather.