The Cold Wind


The cold wind blows heavily

The eerie cry scares me

It's a familiar sound

I would be trying to be sound asleep

On a mid-December overcast night

Until the chilly breeze came

Blew at the confiding walls of my house

Making ruckus that I couldn't stand

The eerie cry haunted my mind

Enough to keep me awake and weary

I laid for thirty minutes attempting to sleep

But no luck

The cold wind had won

I raised out of bed and read a novel

To pass the time

Until the wind would pass away


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