Too Tired To Notice The Storm Of The Earth... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i wake up early today
i open the windows and the door

the ground is flooded
the trees shed more leaves
the chickens' feathers are
thoroughly wet

some branches are cut-off
from those old tall trees

our dog is not wagging its tail
the lights at the kitchen are not turned off

by the looks of it
there was a big storm last night

i did not notice it
i was dead asleep

too tired of my own inner storms
my door is closed,
all my windows are shut.