Twigs

Oh what patterns they make

Waving in the air

Wind sighing and soughing

Rattling the twigs,

Scudding clouds scuttling.

Crossing the moon.

Witches fingers claw the sky

Bristling branches riding high.

Each security light blinks

On and off

On and off..

Mad morse code

Storm warning

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