Today's Poetic Asides prompt was to write a doomsday poem. Mine is sort of an anti-doomsday poem.
Hurricane disaster 2011
The night before, the fire department came by,
handed out fliers asking everyone to evacute,
offered shelter at a church, but told us that
our dog would have to stay behind.
We sat in our house and watched weather updates
flash across our television screen, peeked
through the curtains to see a barrage of rain
soaking the streets. The wind blew some things
around, pushed another beat up, already weather
damaged shingle off the roof of our flimsy shed.
The power flickered once, went out for a flash
and then returned. It didn't even interrupt our
internet connection, which was notoriously quirky.
The next day, we walked down towards the creek to
see if anything was damaged or displaced. Nothing.
There was some water that spilled over into the
street that remained. Some branches that had been
knocked off sturdy trees along the riverbank.
We were glad we didn't leave the dog behind over
another media driven disaster that didn't happen.