The Worry
The dog is on its back
having a
‘world scratch my ‘belly’
moment.
My family is deeply sleeping,
oblivious to the ongoing
raging storm.
T.V. signal gone. Wi Fi out,
no lights. I sit here
white knuckles on chair arms.
There are probably drugged out zombies
tearing up shopping malls.
I think I hear gunshots ringing out;
screams and angry yells.
The wind howls -
what malign force kicked the wind?
Getting no luck
with the begged for tummy rubs,
the dog mooches into the kitchen;
I hear it trying to safe-crack the fridge.
Do I have to worry about everything?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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