The Whistle Of The Wind
Gloomy dark clouds sleeping out
through the sky
like a soft fluffy grey blanket.
Howling wind whistles
into the far shades of grey clouds
singing lullabies
that made the birds drowsy.
The rain jumps on the roof
and gently falls on mother nature.
The thirsty roots sipped gracefully
the drops of water.
Across the unhappy sky
light strikes like angry eyes of danger.
The wonderful sounds of nature ending the stormy evening.
Felix
Peace Destroyed
Clouds poised, ready to strike
Warmth equals none
Worms emerge from their burrows
Cat flaps open and close like a mouth
Clouds start sprinting down
The crystal moon disappears
Desperate cries, ominous lies
The town empties like a bowl of fries
Doors slam by an invisible hand
Trees speak in hushed tones
Leaves rustle by an unseen stranger
Grass ripples like a flipbook
Wind whistles through an alleyway
As peace is destroyed.
Nick Capaldi
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