Deceitful
Wind
By
Mary Nida Smith
This
morning the wind is visiting
Banging
against the house
Like
a mad uncontrollable beast
Trying
to frighten me
To
rattle and shake my nerves
As
it circles from different directions
The
bully wind will lullaby with low notes
Appearing
to calm me into thinking its leaving
For
a moment, I feel a calmness and peace
Suddenly,
shaken by the howls of wolves
Taking
runs, like the big bad wolf
Trying
to puff and blow my house in
To
remove me to a hidden place
Where
the strong, deceitful, wind hides
Claiming
me for its own.
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