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.