As usual, the sun is the guest of honor.

As soon as it appears, the program

outside my shelter starts rolling.

The dog goes around, sniffing —

looking for any suspicious activity.

It finds none. Satisfied, it goes back

to take its seat under the tree.

The cow takes a dump and

simultaneously takes the first bite

of the juicy grass.

Four chickens —

one male and three females, run out

looking for easy fat worms.

Every now and then, the male runs to

the female and jumps over to copulate.

Six ducks — obviously a family,

keep together and go around quacking.

They are mad about something.

But for what? Even they don’t know.

A bomb explodes in the distance.

The sirens of a military combat vehicle

unsettleanyresidual peace.

The dog gets up, its ears alert.

The cow cringes and retreats a step.

The cock gets off the hen halfway —

something that it is usually unable to do.

The ducks close in for a huddle.

I wonder if the animals understandthe games

the bombs and the combat vehicles are playing.

In a matter of seconds though,

even before the sirens die,

the animals get back to their routine.

The dog shrugs and sits down again.

The cow takes another bite of the grass.

The cock makes another rush at the hen

and holds it tightly under its feet.

The ducks resume their complaining.

The sun destroys the previous moment

and brings forth another one.

Some beings keep making the best of their lives.

Others prefer engagingin bombs and guns.