Cats fall from the sky
Thunder cries softly,

juxtaposed to heavy, drunken
howling of a camp of canines,

the dark flesh of night covering their fiery
crazed eyes

Cows and horses restlessly walk
to empty troughs long abandoned by

pigs, land-bound scavengers whose vocal leaders
stood on shaky soap boxes recruiting

members to the rebellious fold
with the slogan, “the chickens have come
home to roost.”