WINDOW
my window open
rain
thundering down
a bedraggled cat
caught in the downpour
squeezing his
lithe body
through the burglar guards
sometimes it is good
when natural storms
hit epic proportions
takes the gloss of
political storms, global
clashes that lead
to outright warfare
show us
that little in this moment
is worth elevating
our species
lacking the tactics
and strategy
to find peace at all
my window open
the rain still raging
everything thought here
under the shadow
of getting
washed away
poems 2 die for 