Hunting Fire
A clear sky and nary a firetruck in sight
A dark cloud.
A little 'Boom!'
A few drop of rain
A puff of wind...
The firetrucks scurry from their privacy
Scurrying around the hills
Looking for smoke...
They are lucky the Sentinel was not there.
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