Alone and afraid

inside my house

darkness

but for a candle

Not moving

quiet as a mouse

watching the door,

the handle

Why?

The thing I fear

cannot enter here

through normal means

Still it comes,

approaching

threatening

hiding its eye

A rating four

they call this beast

then dropped to three

as it crossed the coast

Intent on feasting

upon the town

expecting us

to be gracious hosts

If we venture outside

we’ll be drenched to the bone

or blown away

by Abigail

the wild cyclone

who in the end

rated a lowly one

© Bernard J Rossi