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POEM: EERIE WHISTLE OF THE WIND

By: Donovan Baldwin

The eerie whistle of the wind,
Trilled and thrilled,
Touched an ancient nerve,
Keening as the dead in darkness,
Raising hackles,
Sending shivers up my spine,
I, modern man of science
And rationality
Prepared without intention,
For fight or flight,
Suddenly reverted to
Skin clad humanoid,
Wishing for the light of fire,
Warmth of my cave,
The company of the living.

Copyright 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

3 March 2019

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