The Thunder Roars

Through the house the thunder roars,
A dervish bent on quelling air,
All fur and whiskers, skittering claws,
Before the wild-eyed silent stare.

Over chairs the thunder roars,
And under sofa, desk and bed,
The heavy thud of tiny paws,
Belying size with every tread.

And through it all, the thunder roars,
The flowers dashed in broken glass,
The sliding over hardwood floors,
When feline madness comes to pass.

He waits until it’s clean and then,
The madness can begin again.

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