The thunder mumbling nearby
Apologizing much too soon
And putting on his evening wear
Excused himself.
The dear sat down upon the grass
And stayed until the darkness came
Unheard and then unseen it left
As a whisper.
When it returned it nibbled on
The edges of receding yard
And felt its way towards escape
From everything it knew.
Finished July 12
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