the death throes of a savage foreign wind
roar, gargling down the chimney flue
scalping soot motes onto the hearth,
a terrifying beast sat angrily on the roof
morose lulls in its breathing
follow each guttural bellow
at which we cowardly cringe,
outside the trees bristle submissively
naked, cowering
and garden bric-a-brac dances
in raucous abandon to a hidden tune.
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© Graham Sherwood 12/2020
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