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Windy Night

I can hear the wind howling                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   like an angry dog.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I can hear the door creaking                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  like a calling frog.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Windows shake,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        dry branches rake                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                across the flapping shutters.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  The air is moving, swirling, crying,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   whistling through the gutters.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 In my bed                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       I lift my head                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             and sing like the wind all around me:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           “Hello, halloo, what a hullaballoo!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         If you can rage                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         then I will, too—                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           I dance like the wind all around me.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              “Hello, halloo, what a hullaballoo!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I sing like the wind all around me.

© Julie Thorndyke

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2 thoughts on “

  1. Certainly had plenty of inspiration over the past week with the howling wind.
    Well done. I certainly experienced those emotions here in Thirroul.

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