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When Moon blocks the Sun
The sea in the bay is restless slapping over
the pier, salt spray on the dog, she was
not amused and sought shelter behind the car.
She had not been herself for days
the moon blocking the sun I didn’t know it
Perhaps a residue of a disaster that happened
years ago and can easily happen again,
a meteor hitting the earth and not a dignified
end of humanities and their loyal slaves, dogs
the donkey and horses.
A gust of winds also called a squall made me
sense the dog’s fear. We drove home I lit the fire,
a dog doesn’t like changes. The peril over,
she woke me up ate seven needed a pee and all
was well with the world.