The wind blows with intensity
I glance out the bay window
The cat’s tail are swaying
I can almost imagine
A wee voice speaking out
Quit that please
Then there goes my imagination
As if a cat’s tail could speak
The sky is darkening
The tide coming in
Bring instead waves of fury
Pouncing against the sand
Shifting it I guess
Yet still I can catch a glimpse
The poor Old Moon
In and out
As the dark clouds
Move steady in the north’s direction
Wait there I whisper to the Old Moon
Soon the storm will pass
The bay will calm
So as you may shine a bit tonight
Above the still waters
Copyright 2011
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