Blown East to West
Like the coyote, baying at the moon,
All night, Wind clawed at curtains,
Whipping them against framed cracks,
Shredding the counter pane
Claiming the petrified prey
that lay beneath
Sweated sheets.
Coyote
Mad woman from mediocrity, muses.
Cherry Coombe 
I know that wind…
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Yes, around some buiildings in fall and winter weather, the winds do sound like wild animals, don’t they? very good description, very evocative. Thanks, Cherry.
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