Nature’s
Fury
Nature’s
fury forks through the air,
Deafening
lonely souls below.
Trouble
sires three not only a pair,
Boredom or
deception, a third cock will crow.
Moisture
will seep in the tightest safe,
Corroding
the most faithful heart.
Unwanted
and abandoned you left me a waif,
You turned
betrayal into an art.
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