Free To Whorl
Wind, what’s the rush?
Why the huff,
Why the puff
Like the wolf
From
The Three Little Pigs,
Muffling my ears
With “Pfffhhhh…..”,
Nipping my cheek,
Sushing the bird and
Bending that tree into a whistle
Until it shrieks.
Restless, you bluster?....
When you are free to whorl
The entire world ‘round?
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