Hiding from the Wind!

Hiding from the Wind. 
 

The wind is tapping my window.
With fingers almost breaking through.
Put my fingers on the pane.
Leaves finger dabs in situ.
This wind’s a violent bastard.
Trying to beat it’s way indoors.
When it should really reside outside.

It’s rattling and cackling, 
Liken to a wailing witch.
This foul weather such a bitch.
The trains are cancelled.
Nearly blowing over.
Bus wobbled like a top.
If this wind it not stop.
Think I’ll find my house in Oz.

By ladylivvi1

 

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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