Shadow trailing on the ground,
the bottle arcs through the air.
It hits an unsuspecting window,
and glass breaks into the night.

A sound of distress, a woosh, a blaze

Those nearby get nervous,
those far away just curious
at this jarring crash
of glass and gas ignited.

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