The warning didn’t come
with sirens or lights.
It came quietly,
a shift in the air,
a stillness settling
like dust before a storm.
The horses grew restless,
pacing the fence line,
ears toward something
I could not yet see.
Even the cows
lifted their heads,
watching the horizon
as if it held
an answer I refused.
The stubborn goats
tested the gate,
leaning until the latch
rattled with insistence.
Still, I ignored it,
the unease in my chest,
the quiet truth
waiting at the edge of thought.
Sometimes we ignore,
not because we cannot see,
but because we hope
it will pass us by.
I have never been in the path of a tornado. But I have been in my share of storms that I should have listened to clear out. Strongly felt piece
Thank you, Fia. Those kinds of storms leave their own mark, don’t they?
Animals have that sense about them we don’t. You’ll often see cats and dogs react moments before an earthquake. Great picture and poem here.
You’re right, Tim. Animals always seem to sense what we try to ignore. My dogs know before me.
Powerfully penned, CG. Excellent write with precise imagery my friend. Outstanding visuals as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Damian, that means a lot. I’m grateful the visuals spoke to you the way they did. Appreciate you, truly. 🙂
Dear CG,
This write had me thinking about life’s events. Not just Mother Nature and her wrath but knowing relationships are shifting towards an end but hoping if I ignore it it will pass me by. The under current of kinetic energy throughout the piece is great because it sets an inevitable conclusion that comes despite our hope. Terrific writing. H🌷