502 (07.10.2015)

Tonight there's fireworks sparkling in the sky,
The world is cool and cold and damp and dark,
The autumn leaves slip under passers by
And shadows light the trees that line the park.
Erratic claps of thunder breech the air,
And waken up our tired sleeping dog,
Who barks just once but then seems not to care,
That Elliot's cat prowls outside like a fog.
The night is heavy dripped and laden down,
The branches of the trees are waterfalls,
Bright children light their sparklers and then clown
Around, beneath the sound of siren's calls.
The fifth was only two short days ago,
A shame that Guy Fawkes disappointed so.

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