The sparrow rests
Aware of
Swelling
Blackening clouds
The Coke can flips from it's post
Perch
Spinning toward a shroud of
Eminent grass
Another gust will warn the
Clinging cricket
Who will leave the
Rail
In favor of the tented
Thicket
Even dust claims
On the wood will
Soon be washed into the
Ground
Nothing
Can stay on the fence when
Facing such a
Storm
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