It purred, a kitten's sound. <br />Though frayed, there was no ground, <br />to link it to the Mother Earth <br />the oscillations soon gave birth <br />to salmon coloured roe, <br />and bits of wiggly snow. <br />The will of a strange God <br />with timing plainly odd <br />sent current's potent juice <br />and cooked the gander's goose.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gander-s-goose/
