A Hurricane's A'Comin'
A hurricane’s a’comin’
And my phone’s on high alert,
With its piercing, grating warning
To take care and not get hurt.
My landlord sent a message
To all tenants to remove
Any items on the terrace;
If I had one, I’d approve.
Some events have been postponed
And others switched or rearranged
While each hour the weather forecast
Has been fiddled with and changed.
So tomorrow we’ll find out
If all the hype was well-deserved
As we wake to see the banquet
Mother Nature will have served.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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