The wind is up today
northwest again I think
The cable which brings the phone
or the power, something vital
clatters against an eavestrough
sets up an eerie low screech.
When the wind really ramps up
this old house has its creaks
and moans and the sound
of socked feet thumping lightly
down stairs which aren’t there
the boy with the quick steps
I mean, the stairs are here.
It is a friendly house
there is love here
good people who take care of it
& welcome those who dwell here.
So I will miss these prairie sunsets & the Cypress Hills.
Not so the knocking on the upstairs windows
when Scotty the T-Rex pokes his big nose
through my bedroom blinds
just wants to know, the big showboat
if I wrote about him yet today.
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