The fireworks start, and she hides under the night stand.
She is a border collie mix.
Her name is Zara.

Some humans like fireworks.
Some keep the TV on all night while they sleep.
Some of us can’t stand silence.

When we are about to expire,
To evaporate, to discorporate,
Will it help to sing?

Swans don’t really sing before they die,
But there is a reason for the myth.
Humans need a reason for not crossing over in silence.

Will each of us be alone?
Do we already feel that,
Remembering times we felt deserted?

Maybe doing a standup comedy routine would make it more bearable,
We could laugh at our own jokes,
Even if no one else can hear them–except maybe for Zara.