.         Nien Nien Nien        .


Chessy, full stretch warming her
hide after a bout of barking in
woods, chasing auld deer’s.

Zamba, the black feline purred,
a tidal millpond gazed a glazed
look at our cumulus congestus.

Tragarriff ? is not a question but
a place, by the sea, where water
lodged.

Suddenly a sonic boom down
the cornucopia tube plumes of
puffed carbon monoxide smoke.

The German Shepherd leapt from
her haunches," Nein Nein Nein" my
call to Caron, "Zamba curtain crawls".

Rumbling turns to thunder tongs to
tongues intertwine, retrieving coals,
dousing dancing flames combine.

Persian rug pulled as a table cloth
from under legs, wrapped like a bra
tightly around the chimney breast.

Suffocating the smokestack, sirens
of Bantry Braying, echoing high lows
between opes of mountain passes.

Covid masks, black smoke, watery
eyes, blue lights flashing, Red Adare
reincarnated, his posse arrives.