False Alarm
Petrachan {Italian} Sonnet
A crash of thunder flashes through the night
while streaks of light illume the dreamer's farm.
He lies in slumber, not aware of harm,
fatigued from labor and the day's delight
of barnyard scene where roosters preen and fight
and stock offspring lock horns in mock alarm.
He dreams of screams which shatter peaceful charm
and wakes to find his dreams have spoken right.
Yet what he fears appears to be untrue.
His lambs are snug and warm within the byre,
the cows content and bent on cuds to chew.
It seems no reams of wheat are lit by fire,
although the stile beguiles with spooky hue.
He calms the qualms of wife ere she expire.
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