Hurricane

In any crevice

they can find, they hide,

the lizard,

in its camouflage,

the beetle,

with black armor.



Even the birds knew before;

ink blots in the turbulent sky,

crows fly in numbers -

not solitary,

anymore.



Scarce do I see the feral cats,

skirting boundaries,

laying their scent.

And the Gofers, dormant;

they shiver underground,

in the dark and wet.



Inland we are -

the sky dark, as a tent,

gray clouds suffocate the light -

it feels

a storm is imminent.



Not long now to wait,

and a mass exodus.

The tide surges forth

and the light

goes out on the world.



Buildings rattle,

and they shake,

shards of glass

in the earth -

buried.

What was once,

has changed -

homes have fallen to the ground;

nothing

remains.



“Please, will you tell us where to go?”

“Hush, Hush,

the wind, the wind,

it blows!”

When you listen,

your mind paints

pictures,

in monochrome.



Curfews still in place;

mothers, daughters, fathers, sons.

How long this torment -

how long -

till darkness dissipates?



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