Anticipating the Storm Dreading the Aftermath
There’s a nip in the wind,
so into warmer clothes, I’ll change
the coming storm, they say, is a beast,
but rain won’t start, till after light;
all night, the rain will pour;
I must bring in the cat.
Storms terrorize my cat,
so do rattling windows, in the wind.
Around here, rains that pour,
nring drastic temperature changes
and the raging lightening,
is a formidable beast.
Though the beast
terrorized my cat,
I await the daylight,
to view the damage from the storm’s winds
and lightening that change
Our ground, with the deluges that pour.
As it storms, I will pour
over my utility bill-beasts.
I must also change
the litter box, for the cat.
The raging, lightening and wind
sends her streaking, like greased lightening.
In the morning light,
orange juice, I pour.
I’ve lost another tree, to the wind;
the storm did beastly
damage and not just, to my cat;
the landscape of my town, has changed!
I will change
Into clothing that’s light.
I’ll go outside with my cat
And begin to pour
Over the debris, from the beastly
Storm and its tempestuous winds.
They say that, change, is good, but they haven’t see a frenzied cat.
By morning’s sunlight she’s a fur-blown beast.
Still, she’s survived the pouring Rain and the terrors brought,
by unforgiving winds.
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