the storm was not satisfied yet
The storm sneaked into the valley
She had no forethought of what she might do
But the more she thought about the town
And what they had done to her trees
The angrier she became
These morons had cut down almost every tree around her meadow
There was no windbreak, so she figured they deserved an EF5
She came in quietly, just a little wind at first.
By noon the clothes were blowing off the clotheslines
The chairs were blown off of their porches
She had worked herself into a frenzy
Before she was finished there were twelve hundred dead
That should have satisfied her, but she was getting a taste for blood
This full blown tornado approached the next town, laughing in thunder.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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