The progression of a Wolf Painting & A Poem "Storm" By: Kate Cloud

Storm

In the center of the night,
under a dilated sky.
A weeping wind crept in,
to flee a storm a thrashing by.
Squinting out I can barely see,
behind the dense breath of this beast.
As it chased the air around me,
I spied the clouds bruised and beat.
Delicate distant stars helplessly blink,
with each flash of quantum fury.
As the belly of the heavens growl,
fierce old night owls become weary.
Piercing chains of tragic rains,
massacre and execute.
While the trees are froze in fright,
while the earth shakes 'round their roots.

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