The Rational Animal
There may have been a logic, but it looked flustered,
then frantic, as if embarrassed to be caught flying
past midnight in my kitchen. I don’t know
how it felt but tell you I felt some seismic
pulse generations deep within me raise its tsunami
of adrenaline and fury, my badminton racket
flailing at (maybe) rabies zagging till the open window
swallowed it whole,
and I shut it out, and turned my back,
only, all night, to hear it flit about me in the dark.
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