It's been two days Since the Nor'wester. Its ferocity left back As token everywhere- Broken branches, Twisted wires. A bird's feather, A red dried leaf, Some broken beads; Uprooted from its original place of resting. Now lie amidst the shrubs Perhaps a little uncomfortable, Out of place In it's new surroundings, In my garden. A Stray incident also happened. The fury of the wind Had uprooted a roadside tree, Causing it to fall On a passing taxi. The poor driver Had not even succeeded, In offering a token resistance. In his honour, The city's mayor Offers some token money To his wife To express his condolence. His grieving wife Plans to hang a photograph, Dating back to their day of wedding, On the bedroom wall. A token of remembrance Of the good times spent. It's been two days now. All is calm Till it's time, For the next storm; A token of protest by nature For, it believes, it is being wronged.
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