Captured.
The wind sees naught.
All birds approach migration
with caution for blown off-site
means extra flight being fraught.
The wind hurls darts.
Gale\'s lash stirs great waves,
evokes massed breakers to aim
fearsome danger at sailors\' hearts.
The wind splits homes.
With fury\'s rush it entraps
village folk as it lifts the latches
rips roofs and holes walls of stone.
Yet wind is captured.
In the mill\'s unyielding sails
its force writhes against slavery
when caught inside water paddles.