Early this morning
As I lay straight in bed
The thunder ripped, and roared overhead.

Crashed down on all our houses
Like some Pullman bear
All clad in heat;
clad in clunking armour.

I lay straight in bed,
My fists two claws, clenched
Too frightened even to blink,
to flee the coming end

I had been dreaming
Of the beast coming, creeping
That I couldn’t run and hide;
I wake and I find
The beast is still creeping
That I cannot run and hide.