I hear the night sky roar and crackle.
So does my puppy.
I don’t recognize the noise as thunder.
And we are both afraid.
So does my puppy.
I don’t recognize the noise as thunder.
And we are both afraid.
It is as close as I have ever come,
To feeling the terror a mother must have,
Clutching her baby tight when she hears
Bombs falling out of the sky.
Patricia A. Nugent
Journal Stories 