Midnight at 10:30

Sitting in the back of a
Cinder block room,
Some laughing, crying,
Scared of possibilities.

In my mind I picture
A dog, quivering, ears back,
Trying to shield herself
From the confusing darkness.

Midnight at 10:30.
The dark clouds ant that eerie
Silence before
BANG

The sound of thunder
Piercing her ears
Confused and alone…
I shiver.

Another BANG.
I sigh in sadness,
My friend and I
Praying for our pets.

Unaware of their feelings,
Though we know in our hearts,
They are scared.
Maybe this is the apocalypse.