Poetry

Tremor

An earthquake is about to start
But for it I have not the heart

The trees will not stay still today
The children won't go out to play

And now there comes a shudder, shaking
Distant sounds of dishes breaking

Car alarms aloud resound
I hear the barking of a hound

The earth splits open, so I think
As grass and trees begin to sink

Then all at once, the tremors cease
I look around at newfound peace

It's nice to rest — but I digress
I really must clean up this mess


Prompt: Tremor
Write in couplets