Captured.
The wind sees naught.
A bird approaches migration
with caution for flight is not blind
realizing storms get not distraught.
The wind hurls darts.
Gale\'s lash never aimless
evokes angry waves as breakers
rise to strike fear into sailors\' hearts.
The wind works alone.
With fury\'s rush entraps
cottage-folk as he lifts latches
rips roofs and breaks walls of stone.
Yet wind knows capture.
In the mill\'s almighty sails
his pride writhes against slavery
when caught in forceful water paddles.