The Rational Animal

By David O’Connell

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.