In Splendid Fury Falls The Night

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Naked trees clutch the dying day

as the sun sinks swiftly west a-way.

Storm clouds ride the closing night

black and ragged, a cruel blight.

The North wind chases a bitter rain

 harring the ancient weather vane.

The shivering woodland crouches low

'neath a hungry winds buffeting blow.

Small birds early gone to roost

face the horror winters loosed.

In shaded bower wild deer huddle

aloft in dreys two squirrels cuddle.

Rabbits cower in buries deep

wrapped in darkness too thick for sleep.

Across barren wold it fast advances

wind of thunder, rain thrown lances.

As a mighty tidal wave it crashes

hell-bent for cover the wild hare dashes.

Hail bounces high off frosted plough

merciless wind snaps naked bough.

Each living creature hunkers tight

as in splendid fury falls the night. 










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