The Wraith of Mother Nature
Hearing noises from outside the house.
The wind whistling thru the trees,
As they sway in the front yard.
The weather alert screaming,
Warning us of the dangers,
Of Mother Nature being upset,
The way we treat her earth.
I hear noises against the window,
Someone trying to come in.
I hear the wind entering the bottom,
Of the wind, I see it he's sneaking in.
It's not the wind, it's something different.
He's white and entering under the window.
It grows with intensity.
Backing up the more I look,
The more he enters the house.
As he comes in the house,
Falling on the floor,
He disappears as if he was never here.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2022
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