Wolf Wind

The wind wolfed through the back porch setting chime clappers to gong, seething with ferocity, dropping power lines swacking the gutters against the clapboards. Window panes rattle, chattering with the storms, conversing with the tic tap and ping of the plumbing. harmonizing with the trill of whistling wind. The wind wolfed down brittle branches, worrying twigs, spitting sidewalk sand salt.; gnawing at birch bark, unraveling bits. The pack whimpers behind the gale tucking tail as they herd writhing shadows toward the morn.