Change
The afternoon wind
is loud and busy
rushing everywhere
whooshing and clattering.
Birds nervously shriek
and my cat runs in to tell me
it’s different today, out there.
A playful wind, yes,
but there’s an edge –
a touch of bombast.
All night our cosy house
feels suddenly less secure.
Next morning I find fallen branches
blown right across my lawn.
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