The wind feels like
It's looking for a fight
Feels wrong and sheer
And combative
Wanting to break,
Snap and throw
Trees like twigs
And rocks like pebbles
The wind is cross, angry
And Whipping into
Momentary frenzies
Stay indoors
Hide under covers
And behind barriers sturdy
The wind is in a foul mood tonight
And looking to pick a fight.
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