Windbag!

an inconsistent wind

wantonly rakes across

my shivering bedraggled

garden, brusquely scrubbing

the pathways with its erratic

billowing gusts, that belch

wildly as if a corpulent ogre

has burst into uncontrollable

raucous booming laughter,

spitting morsels of his dinner

across all and sundry as he roars,

this windbag ogre circles

the house like a burglar

looking for the way in, rattling

the letter box as misdirection

whilst rattling the windowpanes,

I feel surrounded and feel

the need to hunker down

as one nervous lull follows

yet another before his next

violent outburst shouts obscene

threats down the chimney

Published by grahamrsherwood