Three in the morning
A soft blue light emanated under the blanket.
His father stared into the darkness at the tell-tale light
And whispered, “Aren’t you asleep yet?”
“Wait! I’m fighting the Klaxons,” Yuval whispered back.
The twelve-year-old jinxed left and downward
Avoiding a thorg and racked up survival points
Passing safely through an asteroid belt
When the sirens started blaring through the walls
And the phone app blurted “Code Red … Code Red”!
His father shouted at Yuval to stop the game
But Yuval asked “Why? My room’s the bomb shelter”.
His father was already waking up his wife
And pulling the dog out from under the table.
A deafening boom broke the glass and shook the walls.
“It sounds like next door, I think,” his father said
And went to peer outside.
While Yuval strafed a death star
And the fires flickered on his father’s face.
July 11, 2019