Windy Out…

The wind outside is howling,

Rufuz inside is scowling,

He can’t go outside, cause he likes the cold,

I hate to do it to him but herein I really must scold…

Out all day he was, when it finally stopped raining,

The wind it blew him away, almost, his paws they were straining,

To keep from blowing away, his neck he was craning,

To see what was going on in the camper, as my snoring, sounds like a train, needs a damper…

And still outside the wind does howl,

Like that of a banshee or wolf does it sound somehow,

The creatures of the night, they do scamper, into their burrows,

To avoid the coming of the dreaded wood nymph we have all heard with sorrow…

Screaming in the woods, to scare the living,

Even the dead do seem to be scared into shivering,

What can one do, when the nymph does come, but to be ready with food, yes I am giving,

Another poem made so nonsensically tense, making very little sense in the long run,

So bear with it, read it and ignore it, it needs no explanation, unless you are stunned…

              © ed – 4/4/04