The hurricane

The earth had only slightly stirred there
Leaving  denizens remarkably disposed
To funny jokes and light banter, between
Wisecrack twitters of blue birds perched
On the windowsills of frivolous jokesters.

The visitor hurricane is a delicate thing
A softer sister of earlier, who turned tough
In her underpants, blowing it really hard
On their lives in smug suburban houses.
This one is soft-spoken, unlike prior sister,
Only gently touching their lives and roofs
And ever so soft on weekend getaway cars.

Nature is not twitter stuff over fat pizzas
By sedentary geeks behind smog screens.
Mocking nature may be a happy pastime
But remember there could be worse sisters
That may not blow as softly in our faces.



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