Wind
Whistling round the corner, a spine tingling tune;
In his empty belly, a low, eerie growl.
Northern in the winter, howling at the moon.
Desirous, hungry winds of time on the prowl.
10/23/2015
Contest: Wind Snow or Rain
Sponsor: Jan Allison
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
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