Saved By a Bunting
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Inspired by: Debbie Guzzi
Nostalgia and I
sat waiting rain and more breeze
my wind chimes all sang.
As I rocked pines swayed
a summer wreath held bird nest
right on my front porch.
The honey inside
I sat alone looking up
At churning dark clouds.
I thought, what strange sight
afternoon turned dark as night
could rain storms cause fright?
Four fledglings shivered
I'd been accustomed to mom
tweeting to her nest.
This bunting lingered
hovering low for me to see
I needed to flee.
That's when I rose
and as I opened glass door
mean wind intervened.
It snatched hostage screen
I had to close wooden door
April's mood was sore.
The newsman confessed
storm turned tornado at best
we stood in darkness.
We saw pine trees snapped
from kitchen window we saw
mighty trees toppled.
Then wind and rain stopped
just like that April's mood changed
she'd come to destroy.
Neighbors filled the streets
many homes were demolished
ours had small damage.
The spot where I sat
rocking was also hot spot
but I was saved.
I would've been chopped
then blown far to smithereens
like innocent four.
Our neighborhood was
war zone sans any bodies
folks scouted about.
While I waited rain
the Aunt and her husband sped
by shocked I was out.
I think to myself
to be spoken to by birds
is like words from God.
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Written for: Debbie Guzzi's Three Line Poetry contest, April 14th deadline
(Three Line Poetry)
Copyright © Iris E. Sankey- Lewis | Year Posted 2015
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