Snap and whiz die in a flash
Only the sound of whip and thrash
Left to wake us to chill us
By its yawning absence
Eye of the storm
Firefly swirling
Incandescent green
Battery-powered waves
Interrupt our dream
Pull us into rage-filled morn
A berserker tempest
Pent fear unleashed
Beneath bedclothes we cower
As furious dawn greets cold bluster
Re-entering a warm cave of dissent
Flannel and sleep our security keep