My Beast of a Fire

I test the winds every day because I live in a forest I am a pyromaniac, but I do want to prevent forest fires Today the wind is calm; it is a great day to scare the neighbors. I drag twelve boxes out, stuff two with paper and light it up Fire is not a steady lover; she is a frenzied volcano In minutes, she is reaching toward the sky in bright orange flames I sit mesmerized, fascinated, not caring if there is a forest fire My husband runs out of the house to stare; he is like the neighobrs Fearful of my excited beast of a fire who is crackling gray and black now Yet too scared of me to say a word, for I am a frenzied pyromaniac.