by Sparks In Shadow
Across the street, down the block, they surprise us, scaring kitty to the safety beside my feet beneath the desk.
Resounding booms pummel my heart, like fists, jolting kitty too. She lets loose a deep, guttural growl to warn the offenders. Their laughter and another match mask her displeasure. They wouldn’t think of us over the din even if they’d heard.
Explosions from other neighborhoods echo in the quieter spaces, strange cruel poetry unleashed for reasons we don’t understand. Each summer, I strain to make out patterns – dangerous fun, reckless gunfire? I pass the time considering pointless questions. Kitty hides.