The Wind
it whistles around the windows
and roars down the chimney
the wind
it brutishly bends the bushes
and defeats the gulls
the wind
it chases the young hare
into its meagre wet form
the wind
it darkens the sea
and whips up the white caps
the wind
it blows torrents of water at us
from the angry Atlantic
it switches around
and pelts the red wooden door
the wind
the black night has fallen
and window frames tremble
the wind
there is no let up
of the ceaseless battering
the wind
it howls and bellows
I rule your world
The Wind
