Howling
Winds are blowing angrily
Right now outside my bay
I really do not like it
wish it would go away
The howling from the window gaps
The crashing of the trees
The spinning of her overcoat
The whirling of the leaves
Each gust of wind I hold my ears
Waiting for the worst
Waiting for the smash the sounds
It really feels quite cursed
Well in my earplugs they will go
And wait for it to pass
When morning breaks
No more no more
Will I fear a crash
Copyright © Angela Tune | Year Posted 2021
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