Sunday, June 13, 2010

Airshow 2010


The crashing deafens, then sputters away.
Bravura segues into impotent dribbles.
Below, some sentient beings huddle.
A cat in profile, his two paws cushioned
In a curlicue of a tail.
Kaboom. Kaboom. Kaboom.
He returns to grooming, sheltered by a ceiling.
The sputters now fangless, he falls asleep.

3 comments:

G. Rudner said...

Ahh, to be a cat and to be able to sleep through the din of an overhead air show. I used to be able to do so, at least until July 1991, when the fear of missing the surgery beeper forever modified my sleep cycle.

Anonymous said...

Wide yawn, pink tongue/somnolence in the winter sun.

Cha sen said...

GR,
That accursed surgery rotation.

Anonymous,
Great haiku.