forward motion, stopped, except forthe trees. they're writhing under the
onslaught of wind, twisting this way
and that. the walls are shuddering,
cracking in pain, and i, within, tremble
as well, wondering if they'll hold, they
and the roof -- pray so. sounds like
it will pop off any second now -- how
long will the electricity stay on? not
long, if it keeps howling like it is -- a
wolf at the door. now i know how the
three little pigs felt in their flimsy shelters ...
(c) 2009, Karla Dorman.
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