Lake Huron Winter Wind Poem by Francie Lynch

The wind howls murder
Off the lake,
Yellow eyes centred
On its face,
Salivating white-capped waves.
Arched back rubs
A cloudless night,
It claws the land,
Paws at my house,
Playing at cat and mouse,
Scratching at my window.
Then crouching silent
It slowly moves,
Then springs, extended
In full flight,
Devouring landscape
With one bite.
Then like one
In the night,
It lies flat
Across my lawn,
Licking with
A milk-dish yawn.
Then prowls away.