Light as the Emblem of Darkness

The dog preferred staying still in half-bent posture in the drain, with its ears plopped down, and tail between its legs for hours this evening, for the kids in the lanes were still weren't done with burning those blobs of light and shooting them high into the sky. 'Am I insane, to not be able to sense the 'festivity' in the air, with the choking smell of crackers being my only memory of this day?' he wondered, each time it felt a thud hit and vibrate his body.The bird in the nest bent and dug its head deeper, curling its head with its feathers, thinking to itself, 'These men know that we birds can sense the break of dawn through 'rods' and 'cones'. Alas, they can't sense yet that we can sense fear too.' I observed a kitten curled up in my backyard, waking up with a start to the resounding boom of firecrackers every minute or two. 

      Maybe, the only way of reminding ourselves that we're alive is by choking ourselves to death.