Suddenly, the sky erupts in garish hues, 

The ground beneath me shudders, a jarring muse. 

Creatures scatter, hearts pounding in fright, 

As dogs draw sharp breaths in the echoing night. 

Little budgies, so fragile, take flight in a dash, 

But in their frightened frenzy, they meet with a crash. 

I sit here, helpless, drowning in sound, 

Trying to find solace, but peace is not found. 

With each burst of light, a surge of deep fear, 

The chaos awakens dark shadows, so near. 

Neighbours, with malice, unleash their delight, 

While we cower in worry, longing for light. 

Oh, grant us mercy, O voices of reason, 

For our pets and the wild ones, it’s far from the season. 

Let’s ban the loud blasts that disturb our calm air, 

Instead, let us gather where planning shows care. 

In venues crafted with skill and with thought, 

Where joy can be shared, and silence is sought. 

For we, with our families, both furry and free, 

Long for a night where the skies can just be.