Wild Night Poem by Anthony Dover

Wild Night



Wind which started as a whisper,
Moves to maelstrom,
Cats cacophany,
And terrific torrents,
Dustbins roll down the street,
And babies cry.

I cling to the radio signal,
Dispensing solace and carols,
A light in a darkened room,
Someone else is at work,
Passing the small hours,
Writing in Cocoa.

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