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“... Shipley ... at the first sign of fireworks had walked outside, more or less held his paws out wide to the night air and defiantly announced, 'Bring it.”
― Tom Cox, Close Encounters of the Furred Kind

“The Pit Beneath The Stars by Stewart Stafford

R2D2's brother, aflame,
Riptides of amber embers,
A multitude of fireflies in flight,
Under an arras of purple stars.

Laughs and tall tales flow,
A dragon's belch scorches,
Sparks and choking smoke,
In the moon's judging glare.

The blaze, burning down,
To a distant starry realm,
Bedtime ticking closer,
Creaking limbs go upstairs.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“An Eleventh Pretender by Stewart Stafford

Pardon me, thou art king
Of paling November’s hedgerow,
Demanding fealty from December,
That crowns the year, and justly so.

I hear thy shrill trumpets blow,
They shake my windows so.
None shun the stepping stone.
To Christmas feasting’s glow.

Thou host saints and souls indeed,
Commemorate foiled plots.
Martinmas turns harvest to winter,
And mirth at Guildhall spots.

Thou art an impostor yet
in the Western world, or here.
Blow hence, ninth month of Rome,
Paucity’s envy of double-digit's year.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford