Dusted off – Behemoth Cottontail Dynamo

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)

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