Monday, 12 November 2012


she hears it once
and thats enough
that trembling sound
she hates so much
she rather be
indoors than out
to ease her mind
she potters about
then once again
a crackle an roar
sores through the house
yet she trys to ignore
she puts up a front
to show shes not scared
but behind all that courage
her minds not prepared
she sits and she waits
till it comes back again
with the curtains all drawn
closed of like a den
but then she hears birds
as they whistle and tweet
that thunder has gone
till the next time they meet

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