Monday WRites 113

[fair use: image of Storm from google dot com]

HUSHED TONES
Calm, cocks an ear.
"Shh", she reports
To tremble.

Tree, bird, and fish
Listen with eyes agape
And lips in quivering pout.

"Where is she now?
What is she doing?"

They all cower;
For they know
How mischievous
She can get,
They know her for
Her irate moodiness.

This is why they speak of her
In hushed tones,
Calling her name -
Storm.
HUSHED TONES © gillena cox 2017

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We are, here in T&T, under Storm Warning ❧✿❧ You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #113, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧






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