The wind blows…

The wind blows with all its might…

Trees swaying and bending, oh so tight

The cry of birds screeching with sorrow

Not knowing if they will have a home tomorrow…

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5 thoughts on “The wind blows…

  1. “Not knowing if they will have a home tomorrow…” This is my favorite line of the poem. It makes me think of when I worked with rescued cats and kittens. We were always trying to get them adopted. I would fervently hope all the time that they would find a home the next day.

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    • We have been dealing with feral cats lately. There have been some in our area, so my neighbors have put out food and shelter for them. With the cold weather, I am always hoping they find a warm place to sleep.

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