Behemoth Cottontail Dynamo
In memory of silent storms
The sky is full of fire tonight
The passive clouds stage the show
Openmouth eyes flash with light
Behemoth cottontail dynamo
Drifting north along the shore
A silent minstrel’s midnight chore
As orchestrated siblings play
With breakdown voltage sound delay
No applause nor recompense
No guide nor captive audience
No directions, lighting calls
Clapper loader, greasepaint, stalls
Asleep before the show is done
Evaporated actors run
Into a sea of ‘resting’ drops
To find the story never stops.
(c) 2003 Lazykate (aka. Pip Jones)