Ill Wind

When black children appear white
And like a detective they stare
And as you watch, you get a fright
And the emotions demand you be aware
When what you are is a stranger
Then emotions stimulate danger
Whoosh;
Splat, whoosh again: is the sound
And in fear the heart forced to pound

When the wind appear to wage war
And blowing so loud it takes away serenity
And trees are heard frazzling with a roar
And giving a feeling of animosity
When trees tend to scowl and growl
Then birds no longer perch but prowl
Whoosh;
Splat, whoosh again: is the sound
And in fear locates a mound

When the atmosphere appear anxious
And your resting place seem haunted
And in solitary you become cautious
And heart skips when wind gets door basted
When all you hear are footsteps on roof
Then there is no need to keep aloof
Whoosh;
Splat, whoosh again: is the sound
And in fear the heart gets drowned

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