87: Howling Wind

87: Howling Wind

This morning the wind whistled,
But I barely paid it any attention.
At my inattention it must have bristled,
What grew in the air was the tension.

All through the afternoon,
I could hear the wind howling.
It cried its harsh and nasty tune
Which left me in my room scowling.

The day draws to a close
And the wind starts whispering softly.
Sorry for the noise, I felt so morose
That I decided to treat you roughly.


~ Serendipitous


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