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Rural Symphony

I heard no bark at dead of night she said,
As forest giants thick as ninepins fell,
The henhouse crushed, its roof rang like a bell,
I heard the rooster squawk, the acrid scent
Of guano streamed across our rumpled bed,
Where lately you and I did scream in lust,
Fulfilled as young in marriage nightly must:
You came, me too; the thunder crashed: I went.

So where's the dog, aloud I wondered then,
The pigs as well, alying in their pen,
No ruckus heard, that news is good, opined
My wife, while thinking silently ground pork,
But first I'll pick the straw out with a fork.
Relief! Outside the door a canid whine.