Rosie’s Terror

An electrical storm

in the distance

is enough to alert her canine senses,

those she has and we do not,

senses but no comprehension,

they fill her with fear

She shakes,

her teeth chatter,

all she wants to do

is to get away

Under the tank-stand,

inside the house.

When younger,

she would simply run,

trot away, away

As she ages,

sensitivities are heightened,

her fear more pronounced,

the chattering more intense

Like a refugee,

she has learnt the warnings

even if the apparent attacker is unknown

dread is like a sixth sense

She knows the terror,

not the cause,

her distress is palpable

And like the weather system,

the cause,

her alarm passes


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