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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Winter’s Wolf Wind She smuggles her way to the window watching daylight struggle through the curtains to collapse on the floor… grey and lifeless. Clouds like distant, dark thoughts, slide secretively overhead while she edges the window open like a favoured page in a special book; it allows the night’s story to begin. She watches, entertained, as the dark sneaks around like a thief in soft shoes while a sudden scrape of moon offers up a faint, pallid face which, in turn, is swiftly wiped away. She senses a change in the night… and not for the better. Silence, a chill, all still.… until…. Trees quiver, clouds scurry, the sea judders; winter sends its wolf wind to scour the darkness. The night nervously begins to skip up and down as the wolf wind howls across the beach, snapping at the mumbling, crumbling sand, slapping, punching on the concrete walls, bullying beach huts with butts of anger and frustration while lightning, the night’s cat, scratches the sky. Now the wolf wind’s almond, sharpened eyes turn their chilling yellowness towards her; coldly, boldly clawing its way to her house. Her veins twist and twitch with apprehension, as the wolf wind now snarls at her window, forcing her to roll rapidly, snappily inside the curtain, forcing her to tighten every sinew, every pore, preventing the wolf wind creeping under her very skin. Ian Souter
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