Captain Pachabel

Where I sit,
Marking English with my pen,
I hear the thunder of waves at my door - tumbling amongst themselves like rodents in retreat.
I turn my head at this,
wondering why the sea has decided to visit me;
and it is then that I realize what it is the ocean holds.
It delicately caries the ship of Captain Pachabel-
The ship, aptly named "D" for it's major stature and pose.
The captain slowly marches down his deck,
eyeing my peaceful suburb with narrow eyes.
Without warning, he loads his canon and fires at my walls,
shaking the room with an evisceral boom.
I quickly run to a corner, begging him to stop;
but on he goes, firing round after round,
beating my drum to a pulp and laughing along the way.

He ends on a soft note, waving his strings in my face as he cackles.
And then, he turns his ship on an axle and leaves,
taking the ocean in his spiteful wake.