Blackberry Flash II

The half moon is slowly rising,
In the wake of Blackberry’s pulse,
Like lightning in the other room.

Outside the dogs begin to howl,
To quench the light of Blackberry,
That works constantly without rest.

Blackberry receives a signal,
From the small Magellanic Cloud,
And tries to establish contact.

Sensing keyboard intervention,
Someone trying to make a call,
Blackberry takes evasive moves,

With its on-off switch disabled,
Repulsed by touch of human hand,
Blackberry provides no answer.