Looking for bones to rattle
The wind began its prowl
Invisible chops and punches
In the ring with weather most foul
A blunderbuss of fiery fuss
Insistently out of hand
No regard for a pretty backyard
Turning beauteousness to bland
Swirling shrieked bewilderment
Among small moments of respite
Trapped inside a mighty whirlwind
With no escape in sight
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