Monday, February 29, 2016


God stretches and stands,
Reaching for the stick and the slouch hat
(Which the seraphim hate
Since it makes Him look disreputable)
And whistles for His dog, meaning
To be off again on His travels.
As usual, He pauses, sighs,
Puts down the stick, hangs the hat
Back on its hook, and gives the dog
A biscuit. Still, three senior angels
Have drawn up protocols, just in case.

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