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of flash, thud, shudder,
then the wailing...
The china is in smithereensbefore our tea has even brewedbut it hardly matters.Minotaur is half bulland a little clumsybut bigger things have been shattered,
Once upon a plomThere lived a poor little momAlong with her children three.There was a great big GomA Flom and a ChomWho all sang, "Me, me, me."
The seagulls are doing their dance again – Wings clasped to their sides, they stare up the street.Up and down, up and down, go their knobbly pink knees;
Teach me the language of Cat;the slow-motion blink, that crystal stare,a tight-lipped purr and a wide-mouthed hiss.Let me walk with a saunter, nose in the air.
A stranger called this morningDressed all in black and greyPut every sound into a bagAnd carried them away