I've never heard such a ruckus,

Even after the rocks, and the hail

panging against the clean window.

Scratching, tearing away-

The storm lifted higher

Those clouds now emerge even

among the mist of rain

And a circus of sounds

Rang, clang, clang

Rang, clang, clang

Down on the end of the street

the dumpster and the mouse

therein escapes the clanging of little things.

patching down on wet grass

He hides again in the bushes

waiting for peace within

this clammy winter.