Night writing brought about by storm and heavy rainfall
Black leaves seeking the shelter of partially built nests
Their home for the summer being buffeted by the gale.
We are reaching the final days of spring time
Climate change is happening in more ways than one
From this vantage point the loud clatter bang
Shows the wind has gotten beneath some outhouse tiles
The damage will not be accessed until dawn, in the name of safety
By small margins are we saved in times of storm?
An offence to man, woman and beast such weather
Then again is it not man, woman and beast that has us where we are?
Of course industry has a hand in the situation we find ourselves in
But which of us are going to be the first to dance to the tune of change?
We are living in the time of long silence
The alarm bells are ringing, their sound falling on deaf ears.
©Chris Black. April 27th 2019 #National #Poetry #Month #30Poems #30Days
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