The Tornado
The darkening of the sky
forewarns us just like the
funnel cloud forming above our heads.
Like lab mice we scurry around,
gathering up food, blankets, and
lights before we hurry to our shelter.
Like an enraged bear,
the tornado mauls the land.
Rooting up trees and taking roofs
off houses. We huddle together like
frightened rabbits, my family and I.
I can hear the bear's snuffling
and sniffling, searching for us.
Roaring angrily, the tornado spins
even faster, creating more disaster.
When, finally the land has been slaughtered,
and houses destroyed, the bear ambles off,
his huge paws leaving behind a trail of destruction.
Nervous, we step out of our shelter,
and into the calm and wreckage left
by the tornado.
Seeing the first rays of light
from the sun peeking from behind
the clouds, we rejoice that it is gone,
and weep because our home is lost.
forewarns us just like the
funnel cloud forming above our heads.
Like lab mice we scurry around,
gathering up food, blankets, and
lights before we hurry to our shelter.
Like an enraged bear,
the tornado mauls the land.
Rooting up trees and taking roofs
off houses. We huddle together like
frightened rabbits, my family and I.
I can hear the bear's snuffling
and sniffling, searching for us.
Roaring angrily, the tornado spins
even faster, creating more disaster.
When, finally the land has been slaughtered,
and houses destroyed, the bear ambles off,
his huge paws leaving behind a trail of destruction.
Nervous, we step out of our shelter,
and into the calm and wreckage left
by the tornado.
Seeing the first rays of light
from the sun peeking from behind
the clouds, we rejoice that it is gone,
and weep because our home is lost.