All Bark, No Bite Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A windy tongue, a blustery sound,
He talks so brave, he stands his ground.
But when the rain begins to fall,
He shrinks away, he hears no call.

The thunder booms, the lightning flashes,
He finds excuses, hides his crashes.
He points the blame, he twists the tale,
His own mistakes? He will not wail.

The earth may crack, the branches break,
He turns away, for goodness sake!
A shifting gaze, a change of tune,
He leaves the mess for afternoon.

Big words he throws, like stones so high,
But action small beneath the sky.
A 'toothless dog" the neighbors say,
Who runs from storms and hides away.