Wildwooded wind whips boisterously
Below featherbedded sky,
Huladancing leaves hips thrown left then right, like seafull-fish in schools running from the
shark’s attack,
shark’s attack,
Suicidal boughs
Threaten to crack and loudly cry,
Clouds run by my window, breathing wetwhite mists
across rainforest canopy,
like masts of violent sail boats, enraged in threatened tack.
And I lay on lofted bed,
Softsound of tapdropped water flowing from a kitchen far below,
contradicting the weather beaten world outside,
and keeps arms length the sounds of cold-damp waiting day,
I am warm in firefuelled air around me,
As I listen to the hissingkissing bacon, and barely eggboiled water,
And watch raging swirls fight the temperate envelope
of my woodfloored bungalow.
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