the wind cries

the wind

cackles

at the homeless

 

you can hear it

from inside

where you're

 

high

 

and warm

 

and not out there

where the elements

 

laugh at you

(you've never heard them cry)

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

I see, people dont see nature as beautiful as others who always are around it. the homeless is a good interpretation for it, I am fond of nature. Good poem.