WINTER WARNING

The sky
and the willow leaves
speak about winter.
"Soon, soon"
they whisper.
Raging the clouds
run over the sky,
roaring:
"Soon to come!
Hurry!
Seek shelter!"
Small birds fly
looking for food,
searching for
lost sons and daughters,
desperately chirping and twittering
"Hurry hon,
gotta move,
gotta move on.
Staying
means
dying.
Hurry hon
before it's too late".

by Teenah

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