The Mane Event
The oaks bent like women wailing in the gale.
Summer’s greenery pelted pavement a precursor to Fall.
Torn tree limbs trembled,
Raking both sky and lawn with gnarled fingers;
Howl and scratch
Bite and bark
The hurricane’s mane brushed the coast.
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