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

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