metaphorically speaking
stormy weather
has the storm passed, or
is this the lull
the little prairie dog pokes his head up
from his hilly burrow
looks this way and that
sniffs the air
is it safe to come out
he thumps his little prairie dog feet
hears a faint rumble
whiskers twitch
ears perk
a distant rumble and he is gone
safe
not yet, maybe never
a prairie dog's life is one of caution
rightly so
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-06-01 at 00:19
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