Outside the Window
By Gary Wittmann
November 11, 2003©
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The wind rattles my windows
Like monkeys grabbing the bars.
Sending the music chimes
melody of tunes on guitars.
The wind howls at my windows
like a wolf on a night prowl.
Searching each entry way
As if something has gone a foul.
The wind groaned to come inside
Like a dog wanting a bone.
The wind searching for the way
Searching for, not to be alone.
