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The Instant Creature

   The instant creature took his ear from the wall,
   "It's quiet now, not a sound at all.
   I don't know, I smell something in the air.
   I'm getting bad vibes from everywhere."
   All of a sudden, there came such a storm,
   It was all the creature could do to stay warm.
   He floated down the stream to his farm.
   Took shelter beneath a tin roof from the harm,
   That brought his senses to great alarm.
   "Good gosh, what a wash!"
   In my head, I see the water slosh!"
   So, the rain, it poured,
   And the eagle soared,
   And the cherubim roared,
   And the creature, he became bored.

   Richard C. Hayner
   1972 ©

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