the wolf howls
the lightening plays havoc
in the sky
excitement boils below
on the firmament
the storm brews
it chews on some people's nerves
and comforts and pleases others
the smell of ozone teases some
makes them smile
it frightens some and makes them cringe
on the fringe of nightmare stuff
the first pitter patter
the wolf howls again
a friend to the storm
the downpour drives him to protection
of the hills, the caves, the havens
for the wild things
nature's child things
they hide, they watch, they wait
they anticipate the calm after the storm
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Author:
diamonddagger (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2013 18:33
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Linda... I love your poem I am going to fusion it then pass it back to you. I hope you will like my thoughts. This is a wonderful piece for such an exercise of wit.
BWP... James...
I don't understand the fusion...but you go ahead and teach me the ins and outs of this site. I can't wait to see what you do with this poem.
I love storms...the bigger the better and you captured the mixed feelings people have during storms wonderfully in your poem. I love natures child's things... what an inspired and magical line!
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