The Mean Hours

Precautions being taken, the alert
Having been given, warnings offered twice,
A bland occurrence, gentle, warm, and nice,
Was suddenly experienced. No hurt,
No trauma, no disgust. Like sweet dessert,
Fresh pie or angel food cake by the slice,
It came and went. Nobody paid the price,
No woman cried, no poor fool lost his shirt.

So are we happy now? Did everyone
Find joy, contentment, satisfaction, peace?
Did all the sufferers find their surcease
From pain and worry? Are the mean hours done,
The harsh words over? Will we see the sun
Because there was no hawk among the geese?